Of course 
We’re miles away from home 
We sink like stones 
And we’re lost beneath the waves 
Not a trace to mark the graves 

Lost and tired 
And chained 

Of course 
We plan the great escape 
We drag our fate around the razor wire 
But our fear keeps us in line 

 [bad word]  
Turn me inside out this time 
Looking back the place that [bad word] from 
Disappeared 
Turn my face 
To the place where I go into the sun 
Disappear into the sun 

Lost and tired 
And chained 

I know 
What sleeps inside my heart 
There’s a path that starts 
With a single step at dawn 
Though the road goes on and on 

 [bad word]  

(deep inside a song a thousand miles away)** 
(every moment the start of a greater day)** 
 [bad word] to a field a world we’ll find)** 

And now 
The time [bad word] for me 
I must break free 
From the prison I have made 
And to face the way ahead 

 [bad word]  
Disappear into the sun 
Disappear into the sun