| Take a long walk down the countryside
|
| Take a long, long time to clear my mind
|
| Living behind these steel bars
|
| Someone strolls along the oceanside,
|
| Looking out to «The Land of Living Skies»,
|
| Casting glances from tear-filled eyes
|
| Up on top of this burned-down countryside
|
| This fire envelops me
|
| I’ll be sitting on that beach
|
| Thinking «was it ever too late?»
|
| Once was great, all falls into place
|
| We make our mistakes and take them to our graves
|
| Up on top of this barren mountainside
|
| This fire that follows me
|
| As I’m wading into the ocean, wading until I get knee-deep
|
| Look up to «The Land of Living Skies»
|
| While I’m drowning in a sea,
|
| (look up to «The Land of Living Skies»)
|
| Drowning in a sea of glory
|
| They show you the room where you stay
|
| Cold walls of concrete and clay
|
| Through one tiny window you’ll see
|
| Armys of soldiers in green, all for you
|
| Gathered, as stones from a grave:
|
| Troops with dark horses at bay
|
| As far as your eyes can see:
|
| Millions of men on one knee, all for you |