Gunships

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?