The Fine Art of Hanging On Lyrics

Intro - C Am F G C
In the madness an Island, another lame animal
Defeating the odds with a fistful of avalon
The pages are angels narrating the downfall
The blood in the vein is all that we've ever known
If there's nothing above us and nothing below us
And nothing between us, then how do I get over that?
A failure a saviour, the fine art of hanging on
Has whipped us to lift a life from the remnants
And we put it all together, a port in the eye of the storm
Does it pain you that the flame we thought would grow now burns so low?
La, La, La la la la la
We were boarding the tall ships, eclipsing Oblivion
Deciding it all sang a Whole new significance
It's made in the waiting, afloat on a reservoir
It's borne us to form a start from an ending
And we put it all together, a port in the eye of the storm
Does it pain you that the flame we thought would grow now burns so low?
La, La, La la la la la la la
La, La, La la la la la
Does it pain you that the flame we thought would grow now burns so low?
Instrumental - G C F G
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