From the port of Aberdeen down to Sicily
From holy Sintra on to Kyiv
We've searched the sky for what might
Be some blessed reprieve
A dream breaking into waking life
No second Troy to yearn for
No second Troy to fight for
No second Troy to burn for
No second Troy to die for
There is sand in everything
And grit in all we eat
We sit and watch the east for light
We search the sky for what might
Be some blessed reprieve
A dream breaking into waking life
No second Troy to yearn for
No second Troy to fight for
No second Troy to burn for
No second Troy to die for
No second Troy to yearn for
No second Troy to fight for
No second Troy to burn for
No second Troy to die for
From holy Sintra on to Kyiv
We've searched the sky for what might
Be some blessed reprieve
A dream breaking into waking life
No second Troy to yearn for
No second Troy to fight for
No second Troy to burn for
No second Troy to die for
There is sand in everything
And grit in all we eat
We sit and watch the east for light
We search the sky for what might
Be some blessed reprieve
A dream breaking into waking life
No second Troy to yearn for
No second Troy to fight for
No second Troy to burn for
No second Troy to die for
No second Troy to yearn for
No second Troy to fight for
No second Troy to burn for
No second Troy to die for
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