Hi, in the country, the twixt and between, the talent of nothingness, and the mightysea, that's where the light is, shining bright from the hill, that's where my love can befound, waiting at the windowsill.In a house made of stone, I built with my hands, it crumbles when she's all alone, themotor 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
