I can't get used to this
This will not be my swan song
But it may well be a phoenix death, and a step towards moving on
It may well be a phoenix death, and a step towards moving on
A step towards moving on
If home's where the heart is, then my home is in ruins
Not because it's been broken, but 'cause it beats for a million things
If home's where the heart is, then my home is a travesty
That I've created by staring at the sea, trying to find one thing to make it sing
I'd rather live in chaos, in a crowded city built by man
Than die down here in Atlantis on my own with no sign
No sign of land