This is the second single and title track from the latest album by Newcastle’s Lanterns On The Lake, dreaming of better times with an excellent fantasy video in contrast to the grim reality of their lot expressed in Hazel Wilde’s lyrics.

The great crime of our times
Could be silence or closing eyes
This could be our revolution or our downfall
In a seedy part of town
Where Vermeer tracked me down

He said ‘it’s yours for the taking or yours to burn’
And soon the world will know
All the secrets of your soul
You can run for the forest
Or face your fate

There is a corpse of a prince on the front line
where the colours run where the colours bleed
So we’ll drink and we’ll sing on the bread line
Until the colours run until the colours bleed

The great crime of our lives
Was the silence and closing eyes
It could be ours for the making
But we’d sooner fold

There is a corpse of a prince on the front line
where the colours run where the colours bleed
So we’ll drink and we’ll sing on the bread line
Until the colours run until the colours bleed

(If you know a lyric is incorrect please let me know so I can correct it)

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