Blind are the many 
proud are the few 
you can see the bombs bursting 
feel the heat 
but what can you do 

It's a treacherous world 
and it's tried and it's [bad word] 
that these treacherous tides 
will carry us back to the blue 

Pick up the pieces 
we'll start from scratch 
this ship of fools will need a mast 
Light up your lanterns 
lick the salt from your wounds 
and we'll sail 'til dawn my friends 
by the light 
of the moon 

So many kings 
with their thrones up on high 
a stones throw from the masses 
who continue to cry 
it's a treacherous world 
and it's tried and it's [bad word] 
that these treacherous times 
will carry us back to the blue 

Pick up the pieces 
we'll start from scratch 
this ship of fools will need a mast 
Light up your lanterns 
lick the salt from your wounds 
and we'll sail 'til dawn my friends 
by the light 
of the moon