Gunships in a storm sinking to the Ocean Floor   And with them goes the cause we all were fighting for   Fire on the Door as we wash up on the shore   The Colours we have worn only left our nation torn      I hear it coming through the wall   is that another rebels call   Lost out in a lovers squall,   And there wont be no right or wrong.   And we won't sing no victory song.   For a ntion that was torn   In a lovers civil war      ------------------------------------      So is this grace's last stand?   And will i see your face again,   Or can we find no common land?   And through the windows that got blown,   Comes the thought of the unknown,   And was that six years coming past?   in the shrapnel of the a blast      ------------------------------------      Drawing lines in the sand...   Has the ship sunk fast?   and was that Six years coming past,   In the bullet and a blast?