Besnard Lakes Land Of Living Skies, Pt. 2: The Living Skies
Take a long walk down the countryside
Take a long, long time to clear my mind
Living behind these steel bars
Someone strolls along the oceanside,
Looking out to "The Land of Living Skies",
Casting glances from tear-filled eyes
Up on top of this burned-down countryside
This fire envelops me
I'll be sitting on that beach
Thinking "was it ever too late?"
Once was great, all falls into place
We make our mistakes and take them to our graves
Up on top of this barren mountainside
This fire that follows me
As I'm wading into the ocean, wading until I get knee-deep
Look up to "The Land of Living Skies"
While I'm drowning in a sea,
(look up to "The Land of Living Skies")
Drowning in a sea of glory
They show you the room where you stay
Cold walls of concrete and clay
Through one tiny window you'll see
Armys of soldiers in green, all for you
Gathered, as stones from a grave:
Troops with dark horses at bay
As far as your eyes can see:
Millions of men on one knee, all for you
