Until the Colours Run - Lanterns On The Lake

The great crime of our lives

Could be silence or closing eyes

This could be our revolution or our downfall

In a seedy part of town

Where vermeer tracked me down

He said 'it's yours for the taking or yours to burn'

And soon the world will know

All the secrets of your soul

You can run for the forrest or face your fate

There is a corpse of a prince on the front line

Where the colours run where the colours bleed

So we’ll drink and we’ll sing on the bread line

Until the colours run until the colours bleed

The great crime of our times

Was the silence and closing eyes

This could be ours for the making

But we’d sooner fold

There is a corpse of a prince on the front line

Where the colours run where the colours bleed

So we’ll drink and we’ll sing on the bread line

Until the colours run until the colours bleed