All Well I Trust
Jesse Quin / Timothy James Rice-Oxley
All well I trust
Congratulations are in order and our dream turns to dust
Think of our bed where I still lie
Whenever you raise your eyes to the channel skies
Fulfilled at last
Now you've got everything you wanted
May the dirty past scratch at your door
And may your scars abide
As from a war when you fought
On the losing side