Capercaillie
Beautiful Wasteland
It rarely makes the news today, the place where I was bornThey called it a wasteland, a wilderness gone wrongWhere the twisted trees have fallen, the branches stripped and bareIn the silence of the night time, innocence is here.I embraced my father's warnings, and studied in your schoolsto justify your theories and convoluted rulesTraveled to the corners, where everybody knowsMy country's been wearing, the emperor's clothesBeautiful Wasteland, is meBeautiful Wasteland, is meIf only you'll see, you'll believe.I'll take you there, to the bracken slopes, where the summer's rolling in.I'll take you there.We're lying by the ocean, our western breeze is stillShe's the heart of all seasons, a mother to my soulWhen the century is over, and the shipping days are doneLike a child for the first time I will lie here again.
From Letras Mania