The Lost City Of Refuge

With history, your bluest grace

Falls apart, cascading down

Speak to me of beautiful hate

Of island chains swept with the tide

Tragedy ripening on

The coral leis of a conquering king

They're swept away

Oh, but not lost

Beneath the waves of trembling stars

The road winds towards

The windward side

My soul is saved by these city lights

My face is framed by the blanket of night

They're swept away

Oh, but not lost

Was I too proud to sat, or to wish for

Words that I knew were forbidden?

Because I don't want to know

I didn't want to see what I saw

When I looked in the distance

They're swept away

Oh, but not lost