In nineteen hundred one and eight
The first great war
Only just ended

The league of nations, great and small
Created us

Unpainted walls under the frost line
Silverlined, this cloud nation
Brought in all the great minds
Secret hide

If allt he world will go to war
We'll be safe down in the crystal cave
And there will be no entry door
And you will see this nation nevermore

On radio we heard the roar
Of endless wars
The century ended

Above on the surface chaos reigns
Down underground

We build the walls under the frost line
Silverlined, this cloud nation
Secret of the great minds
World wide hide

If all the world will go to war
We'll be safe deep in the crystal cave
And there will be no entry door
And you will see this nation nevermore

We have been down here for decades
And ev'ry generation's pulled its weight
Now what we see, the ground above
The futuristic hopes we had ebfore
Have turned into a circus

Walls under the frost line
Silverlined, fine damnation
Creation of the great minds
World wide hide

There's no need to wonder
Why you can't find this damn nation
The old time future's yonder
Silver lined
Doomsday's nigh
We'll preserve your folk lore