What is the point in building Avalon
If you can’t be happy when it’s done
Who’s in the race again
Doesn’t seem a long time since the last one
Wishing I could still make you happy
Torn apart somehow
Must be the waves we were carried on
Crashing on the shores of Avalon
And then grey painted aeroplanes fly over
On their way to war
I’m dialling in, I’m dialling out there is darkness at the door
Then I overdo my dose and I don’t even know I’m here anymore
Just something that comes to us all
What is the point in painting Avalon
If you can’t be present when it’s done
Who is in the vale again
Picking up the apples of Avalon
And then grey painted aeroplanes fly over
On their way to war
I’m dialling in, I’m dialling out but the glass is still half full
Then I overdo my dose and I don’t even know I’m here anymore
Just something that comes to us all