With history, your bluest grace
Falls apart, cascading down
Speak to me of beautiful hate

Of island chains swept with the tide
Tragedy ripening on
The coral leis of a conquering king


They're swept away
Oh, but not lost


Beneath the waves of trembling stars
The road winds towards

The windward side
My soul is saved by these city lights
My face is framed by the blanket of night


They're swept away
Oh, but not lost


Was I too proud to sat, or to wish for
Words that I knew were forbidden?

Because I don't want to know
I didn't want to see what I saw
When I looked in the distance


They're swept away
Oh, but not lost