Who is he that has been brought forth
Into this treacherous world
Bitter deliverance for
The ragged Common Folk

All will sacrifice life and limb
For the gift
Of Lemonhope

Imprisoned child, finally freed
This yellow Ulysses

Do the faces of your people haunt your dreams?
Wayward hero on your Lemon-feet
We will rally at the castle
For your Lemon-glory
Lemonhope, oh Lemonhope,
Take your rightful citrus throne

Lemongrab would try to slay our messiah
To defeat the vicious Lemon-duke
How can this bittersweet child
Save the hearts of his people with his flute?

What gentle sounds from your heart
Could shatter this fragile monarch?

Gloried knight, rest assured
Your martyrdom awaits
Who can hear the call of need
When your people must be freed

Do the faces of your people haunt your dreams?
Wayward hero on your Lemon-feet
We will rally at the castle
For your Lemon-glory
Lemonhope, oh Lemonhope,
Take your rightful citrus throne

Reject the mantle of hero
Harp in hand your learn to sing
Break free from these castle walls
Do you run from destiny when it calls?

Do the faces of your people haunt your dreams?
Wayward hero on your Lemon-feet
We will rally at the castle
For your Lemon-glory
Lemonhope, oh Lemonhope,
Take your rightful citrus throne

Part 3:

I've kept myself away here
Faraway Corners of the mind
In my ivory tower
I've grown a grey beard in my time

The dead land gives it secrets
To the leavers of the light
I seek greater powers, and the mastery of my mind

(Is it) Exile
Truth seeker
Is heartbreak your pursuit
If you cut off
Your connections
What's left of you?

What does it matter if we all get what we wanted ?
(What does it matter) if it don't end my suffering?
And we trade it all away just to sleep sweetly
Without any memory of you

I wander through the dead malls
The drought fields
And the mire

I hide myself among them
And sing my grave songs
In the night

For I have found a quiet here
No more signals from the skies
All this time to think here
And none to share my time

Is it exile
Truth seeker
Is heartbreak your pursuit
If you cut off
Your connections
Then what's left of you?

What does it matter if we all get what we wanted
(What does it matter) if it don't end my suffering?
And we trade it all away just to sleep sweetly
Without any memory of you

So I'll send my letters to you
Written in the finest scrawl
This new world is amazing, it's true
But I wouldn't trade it at all

Is it exile
Wanderer
Your truth is your pursuit
Promise
You'll come back
With what's left of you

What does it matter if we all get all we wanted
What does it matter if it don't end my suffering
And we trade it all away just to sleep sweetly
Without any memory of you

We trade it all way just to sleep sweetly