From the port of Aberdeen down to Sicily
From holy Sintra on to Kyiv
We've searched the sky for what might
Be some blessed reprieve
A dream breaking into waking life

No second Troy to yearn for
No second Troy to fight for
No second Troy to burn for
No second Troy to die for

There is sand in everything
And grit in all we eat
We sit and watch the east for light
We search the sky for what might
Be some blessed reprieve
A dream breaking into waking life

No second Troy to yearn for
No second Troy to fight for
No second Troy to burn for
No second Troy to die for

No second Troy to yearn for
No second Troy to fight for
No second Troy to burn for
No second Troy to die for
So we all keep believing
We will all just be feeding on lies, you know
No surprise, for sure
All keep believing
All keep feeding on lies, you know
No surprise, for sure

From the port of Aberdeen down to Sicily
From holy Sintra on to Kyiv
We've searched the sky for what might
Be some blessed reprieve
A dream breaking into waking life

No second Troy to yearn for
No second Troy to fight for
No second Troy to burn for
No second Troy to die for

No second Troy to yearn for
No second Troy to fight for
No second Troy to burn for
No second Troy to die for