The Turn

The hardened lumps of charred old chunks that sit inside your chest
Have left your hands in holy lands, forsaken and bereft
The golden sky is dead, her wizened finger says you've failed
It's time to go son, and you know you've lost the holy grail
A man sits down to pen a verse but surely nothing comes
He's in a strange old town now, beneath the sinking sun
The wind is cold, it's summer time, the year's already gone
The sun it turns to laugh at you and the planet that you're on
Turn, we'll find better days
Burned to the ground
Mourn, it's the only way
We'll make a sound
When this all is over, when this all is dead
They'll pick apart the notions that rattle in your head
The ship's already moving, it's never going to stop
The sun meets the horizon as you look upon your lot
Turn, we'll find better days
Burned to the ground
Mourn, it's the only way
We'll make a sound
Turn, we'll find better days
Burned to the ground
Mourn, it's the only way
We'll make a sound
Turn, we'll find better days
Burned to the ground
Mourn, it's the only way
We'll make a sound
Turn, we'll find better days
Burned to the ground
Mourn, it's the only way
We'll make a sound
Turn, we'll find better days
Burned to the ground
Mourn, it's the only way
Turn, we'll find better days
Burned to the ground
Mourn, it's the only way
Turn, we'll find better days
Burned to the ground
Mourn, it's the only way
Turn, we'll find better days
Burned to the ground
Mourn, it's the only way
Turn, we'll find better days
Burned to the ground
Mourn, it's the only way
Turn, we'll find better days
Burned to the ground
Mourn, it's the only way
Turn, we'll find better days