At the dawn of the day with the sound of the sea
Stand at the frontier of the shore
There's a choice to be made that will burn
Like the fire of the sun
With the old world behind and the new one ahead
There's fear of the future and the past
With the ships drawing near there is no turning back
To a life that is going up in flames
Ashes on the ground
Spin the world around, tomorrow's here
Perfect time to run, the road is clear
All that hold us down has burnt away
Further in the past with each new day
Going, going, gone
Now the sirens are calling, their arms to the skies
Foolish who follow come undone, so we row to the land
Leave the ships to the bed of the sea
Now we stand at the light at the break of the waves
Chains falling from us all around
Our feet upon the ground
Spin the world around, tomorrow's here
Perfect time to run, the road is clear
All that hold us down has burnt away
Further in the past with each new day
Going, going, gone