Avalon

What's the point in building Avalon

If you can't be happy when it's done?

Who is in the race again

Doesn't seem a long time since the last one?

Wishing I could still make you happy

Torn apart somehow

Must be the waves we were carried on

Crashing on the shores of Avalon

Then grey painted aeroplanes fly over

On their way to war

And I'm dialling in, I'm dialling out

There's darkness at the door

Then I overdo my dose and I don't even know I'm here anymore

It's just something that comes to us all

What's the point in painting Avalon

If you can't be present when it's done?

Who is in the vale again

Picking up the apples of Avalon?

Then grey painted aeroplanes fly over

On their way to war

And I'm dialling in, I'm dialling out

But the glass is still half full

Then I overdo my dose and I don't even know I'm here anymore

It's just something that comes to us all