Gunships in a storm sinking to the ocean floornAnd with them goes the cause we all were fighting fornFire on the door as we wash up on the shorenThe colours we have worn only left our nation tornnnI hear it coming through the wallnIs that another rebel's call?nLost out in a lover's squall,nAnd there won't be no right or wrong.nAnd we won't sing no victory song,nFor a nation that was tornnIn a lover's civil warnnGunships in a storm sinking to the ocean floornAnd with them goes the cause we all were fighting fornFire on the door as we wash up on the shorenThe colours we have worn only left our nation tornnnSo is this grace's last stand?nAnd will I see your face again,nOr can we find no common land?nAnd through the windows that got blown,nComes the thought of the unknown,nAnd was that six years coming past?nIn the shrapnel of a blastnnGunships in a storm sinking to the ocean floornAnd with them goes the cause we all were fighting fornFire on the door as we wash up on the shorenThe colours we have worn only left our nation tornnnDrawing lines in the sand...nHas the ship sunk fast?nAnd was that six years coming past,nIn the bullet and a blast