Always they ask
Cause nothing looks like
Those lovely cenaries and happy endings
That you're used to read about
Way under the snowline I left the trust
And the sham behind
And that's rather call-up mind
Sorrow was my friend and for the time we spent
I'd say fuck you very much
Oh take me to the promised land
Or anywhere else
Out of reach and out of reach
You will owe my end
Sorry for that trust swallow more than my anger
But I'm too fucking tired
I spent too much time listening to your banter
And nothing is anchored
Oh take me to the promised land
Or anywhere else
Out of reach and out of reach
You will owe my end
I ain't no preacher man
I'll do the best that I can
The night will fall
And I fall with it
So tell me are we there yet
So come my love
Lay on the grass with me
There's one thing my love
The grass will lay on me
So come my love
Lay on the grass with me
There's one thing my love
The grass will lay on me
I ain't no preacher man
I'll do the best that I can
The night will fall
And I fall with it
So tell me are we there yet
