The Fine Art of Hanging On by The Leisure Society Lyrics

In the madness and island
Another lame animal
Defeating the odds with
A fistful of Avalon
The pages of angels
Narrating their downfall
The blood in the veins is all that we've ever known

If there's nothing above us
And nothing below us
And nothing between us
Then how do I get over that?
A failure, a saviour
The fine art of hanging on
Has whipped us to lift a life from the remnants

And we put it all together
A port in the eye of the storm
Does it pain you that the flame
We thought would grow
Now burns so low?
We were boarding the tall ships
Eclipsing oblivion
Deciding it all sang
A whole new significance
It's made in the waiting
A float on a reservoir
It's borne us to form a start from an ending

And we put it all together
A port in the eye of the storm
Does it pain you that the flame
We thought would grow
Now burns so low?

Does it pain you that the flame
We thought would grow
Now burns so low?