Lyrics

From riches to rags
No third act to drag you
Past the part where you’re breaching the dam
You pushed the wall toward certain tragedy
From a fragile realm
Built upon the bones of the working man
All the horses and all the kings men
Can’t stick it back together again
Yet still we find a kind of nobility
A certain dignity
Found in the bones of the fallen, faded figure
Coins for the eyes, Utopia shines tomorrow
The palaces for the masses will rise from the shallows
Caught in the ruins of exile
The essence of something still pure endures
Like a bluebell in the last frost of Winter
Exposed with nowhere to hide
Pride has give itself to the tide
Life clings to these robes like a child
Coins for the eyes, Utopia shines tomorrow