Sold
The promises a land would bring to me
But nothing grows when nothing sows
And so it was the land deserted me
And you hit the side of my face with your right
And as pretty a sight as can be
Were stars in the skies and birds in my eyes
'Til the floor was a wall beside me
And my arms were tied
A vessel waits for me
As I grow tired
And I am lead to leave from this country
Call a man a fish my friend
But fish aren't made for land my friend
They're better in a dish or in the sea
Drop a penny in my gla**
Mark me as a simple arse
“This town has fleas” you spit and say to me
I never really thought it would be me
I don't get visions of the sea
And you hit the side of my face with your right
And as pretty a sight as can be
Were stars in the skies and birds in my eyes
'Til the floor was a wall beside me
And my arms were tied
A vessel waits for me
As I grow tired
And I am lead to leave
We float just like a feather
Lines written by the weather
I wonder if we'll ever find our way back home
My legs feel tied together
We're pulling at the tether
Can't find a way to sever ourselves from the
Wind blows us like a feather
Lines written by the weather
I wonder if we'll ever find our way back home
My legs feel tied together
We're pulling at the tether
Can't find a way to severe myself and then…
You hit the side of my face with your right
And as pretty a sight as can be
Were stars in the skies and birds in my eyes
'Til the floor was a wall beside me
A floor that reminds my country of me
From this country