Divided

Someone told us spoken tales Can you hear them fade away Tales and echoes from a shore Our clothes are damp Our feet are sore In the cold we hear the call The foghorn and her muted roar Through the mist and through the clouds We're walking in the wild Divided Divided Divided By seismic shifts in the ground And the tales will make it clear We came from this We're made of air Through the mist and through the clouds We're walking in the wild Divided Divided Divided By seismic shifts in the ground Divided Divided Divided By seismic shifts in the ground