of the sky The birds fly home for winter And we all come down to the shore and stare across the waves We've got to get off the island We carved monuments
Translation: New Model Army. Island.
on the north coast She's got family living up here in a nearby town We found a piece of land that looks out towards the north sea islands across the
ever since Maybe it's time, maybe it's time . . . My world has become an empty place Of great, wide landscapes and weird painted skies Strange patterns and islands
on the north coast She's got family living up here in a nearby town We found a piece of land that looks out towards the north sea islands across the bay
swear I've heard that song it was a century of answers and all of them have been wrong. Wake me in a thousand years Sorry little island, you look better
