...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead - The lost city of refuge

^AWith histor^Gy, your ^Dbluest grace ^DmFalls apart, ^Ccascading ^Adown ^ASpeak to ^Gme of ^Dbeautiful hate Of^Dm island chains ^Cswept with the ^Atide ^ATrage^Gdy ^Drippening on Th^Dme coral leis of a ^Cconquering ^Aking

^AThey're swept ^Gaway ^DOh, but ^Anot lost.

^ABeneath the ^Gwaves of ^Dtrembling stars Th^Dme roads wind towards ^CThe windward ^Aside ^AMy soul is ^Gsaved by ^Dthese city lights My^Dm face is framed by the ^Cblanket of ^Anight

^AThey're swept ^Gaway ^DOh, but ^Anot lost ^ASwept ^Gaway, ^DOh, but ^Anot lost ^{C A}Not lost ^{C A C}

^AWas I too proud to ^Gsay, or to wish for ^DWords that I knew were ^Aforbidden? ^ABecause I don't want to ^Gknow I didn't want to see what I ^Dsaw When I looked in the ^Adistance

^AThey're swept ^Gaway ^DOh, but ^Anot lost.