In the misty morning, on the edge of time, we've lost the rising sun, a final sign. As the misty morning rolls away to die, reaching for the stars, we blind the sky. We sailed across the air before we learned to fly. We thought that it could never end. We'd glide above the ground before we learned to run, run. Now it seems our world has come undone... Oh they say that it's over! And it just had to be. Oh they say that it's over! We're lost children of the sea, oh