Hi, in the country, the twixt and between, the talent of nothingness, and the mighty
sea, that's where the light is, shining bright from the hill, that's where my love can be
found, waiting at the windowsill.
In a house made of stone, I built with my hands, it crumbles when she's all alone, the
motor turns to sand, I left in a hurry.
Called to serve and to save, I fought for a country, that put me in my grave.
My vehicle calls, there I'm supposed to play, but I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't,

I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't.
That sweet song I sing, flowers I leave.
High in the country, twixt and between, the talent of nothingness, and the mighty sea,
And the mighty sea