The Coffin Ships
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โฑ๏ธ 8:30 duration
๐ ID: 22125461
๐ Lyrics
Young hearts are born with grief
Will pay the penalty of truth
A season of our stolen youth
Shall teach old hearts to break
It feels like I've been here before
Here, where the animals lay down to die
So we stand alone on a distant shore
Our broken spirits in rags and tatters
With our broken spirits in rags and tatters
With nerve and muscle and heart and brains
They are lost to Ireland, they are lost in vain
So you pause and you can almost hear
The sounds, they echo down through the ages
The creak of the burial cart
Here in humiliation and sorrow
Not mixed with indignation
Someone is driven to exclaim
Oh god, that bread should be so dear
And human flesh so cheap
Our young hearts are born with such grief
And we have paid the penalty of truth
A season of our stolen youth
Shall teach our hearts to break
It feels like I've been here before
Here, where the animals lay down to die
So we stood alone on a distant shore
Broken spirits in rags and tatters
Our broken spirits in rags and tatters
Will pay the penalty of truth
A season of our stolen youth
Shall teach old hearts to break
It feels like I've been here before
Here, where the animals lay down to die
So we stand alone on a distant shore
Our broken spirits in rags and tatters
With our broken spirits in rags and tatters
With nerve and muscle and heart and brains
They are lost to Ireland, they are lost in vain
So you pause and you can almost hear
The sounds, they echo down through the ages
The creak of the burial cart
Here in humiliation and sorrow
Not mixed with indignation
Someone is driven to exclaim
Oh god, that bread should be so dear
And human flesh so cheap
Our young hearts are born with such grief
And we have paid the penalty of truth
A season of our stolen youth
Shall teach our hearts to break
It feels like I've been here before
Here, where the animals lay down to die
So we stood alone on a distant shore
Broken spirits in rags and tatters
Our broken spirits in rags and tatters
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[02:46.96] Young hearts are born with grief
[02:53.99] Will pay the penalty of truth
[03:00.98] A season of our stolen youth
[03:07.90] Shall teach old hearts to break
[03:28.99] It feels like I've been here before
[03:34.96] Here, where the animals lay down to die
[03:42.94] So we stand alone on a distant shore
[03:48.99] Our broken spirits in rags and tatters
[04:16.10] With our broken spirits in rags and tatters
[04:39.04] With nerve and muscle and heart and brains
[04:52.00] They are lost to Ireland, they are lost in vain
[05:06.36] So you pause and you can almost hear
[05:20.09] The sounds, they echo down through the ages
[05:33.87] The creak of the burial cart
[05:47.90] Here in humiliation and sorrow
[06:03.04] Not mixed with indignation
[06:16.00] Someone is driven to exclaim
[06:36.01] Oh god, that bread should be so dear
[06:44.09] And human flesh so cheap
[06:57.01] Our young hearts are born with such grief
[07:03.02] And we have paid the penalty of truth
[07:11.00] A season of our stolen youth
[07:19.03] Shall teach our hearts to break
[07:38.76] It feels like I've been here before
[07:45.41] Here, where the animals lay down to die
[07:52.02] So we stood alone on a distant shore
[07:58.72] Broken spirits in rags and tatters
[08:12.55] Our broken spirits in rags and tatters
[08:20.42]
[02:53.99] Will pay the penalty of truth
[03:00.98] A season of our stolen youth
[03:07.90] Shall teach old hearts to break
[03:28.99] It feels like I've been here before
[03:34.96] Here, where the animals lay down to die
[03:42.94] So we stand alone on a distant shore
[03:48.99] Our broken spirits in rags and tatters
[04:16.10] With our broken spirits in rags and tatters
[04:39.04] With nerve and muscle and heart and brains
[04:52.00] They are lost to Ireland, they are lost in vain
[05:06.36] So you pause and you can almost hear
[05:20.09] The sounds, they echo down through the ages
[05:33.87] The creak of the burial cart
[05:47.90] Here in humiliation and sorrow
[06:03.04] Not mixed with indignation
[06:16.00] Someone is driven to exclaim
[06:36.01] Oh god, that bread should be so dear
[06:44.09] And human flesh so cheap
[06:57.01] Our young hearts are born with such grief
[07:03.02] And we have paid the penalty of truth
[07:11.00] A season of our stolen youth
[07:19.03] Shall teach our hearts to break
[07:38.76] It feels like I've been here before
[07:45.41] Here, where the animals lay down to die
[07:52.02] So we stood alone on a distant shore
[07:58.72] Broken spirits in rags and tatters
[08:12.55] Our broken spirits in rags and tatters
[08:20.42]