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