The anthem of a lonely city on an island of air
The wind sings so soft and pretty pretending to care
And the earth sits beneath the clouds awaiting the sound
Of the anthem of a lonely city to swell out loud
And they sing War, War Woe, War Woe
And the people in this lonely city, they live in despair
Because they float so close to heaven with no grace to share
And the moon sits above in space, ignoring the sound
Of the anthem of a lonely city still gravity bound
And they sing Woe, War Woe, War Woe