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