I thought we could rest for a while in this vibrant landscape Just sleep a day or two, and fill the boat with fish and grapes I couldn't help but marvel at the intricate design Of this perfect symetric mountain reaching for the sky
But after only one night on the Atlasov Island The mountain show its true colors -- this is no safe heaven The volcano's erupting, molten rocks shoot through the air Don't know our destination but we must get out of here
We're on the run Back to the stormy seas We either stay and burn to death, or we sail and freeze
We're on the run So far from home If we die today, I pray our spirits will live on
Ice floes quickly turned into a massive field of ice Wanted to see the world and now we have to pay the price The octopuses in these water swallos huge sahrks whole I'm not ready to die just yet, I must regain control
Another ice-cold nightfall in my old brigantine I'd give all memories years have piled to feel the suns warm gleam Soon this tiny wooden boat will be filled to the brim With coral, kelp, water and ice, and one too numb to swim
We're on the run Back to the stormy seas We either stay and burn to death, or we sail and freeze
We're on the run So far from home If we die today, I pray our spirit will live on
I hear a roaring waterfall, and feel a surge of strenght I open up my eyes and see a city at arm's length Buildings ten times taller than the mighty Norway spruce Huge blinking bilboards advertising silver velcro shoes
A garden square with majestic temples and tiny trees A wises old man eating raw fish, drinking the strangest teas I step out of my boat and stagger towards this man He's offening to share, I think what is this strange new landTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
