Portugal

hollowed and holy 
borrowed and brand 
the map's not the mountain 
the lay is not the land 

the waters of portugal 
beloved new 
the waters of anywhere 
as a city blooms 

all that I love will disappear 
even if I stay 
so I myself am going where 
my nervous blood will sway 
lost and leaving my fate 

and on the twelth day 
I'll take a stand 
one ghost of many 
I'll raise my hand 

all that I love will disappear 
even if I stay 
so I myself am going where 
my nervous blood will sway 
lost and leaving my fate