Byron No Man's Land
walking on the border
breathing the air of no man's land
everything is allowed
no need to understand
the meaning of life
i wonder
if one can buy the land
to build one's home in a place
where no one is king
and no one cares about your race
there are no jobs here
no employees here
no alarm clocks here
no piffle here
you can be yourself
don't bite your tongue
yell your joy
or sing this song
no need to play your role
and lie to your ma'
that you're actually pleased
with what you are
the edge of your world is going to crash and disappear
i long for you to come and lose your taste of fear
on the way
