Foreign Land - DEMO
Industrialized for a pleasant surprise, westerly winds dig deep
Another day, another price to pay. For the same mistakes, as any other day
Daddy rots and execrates, the sliding movement begins to fade
from within the shadows, simmers in the night, Freedom's not a chosen right
But something calls from a foreign land, many miles away
Where the castle of my future waits, or the breeze of an easterly bay
But something about that foreign land, underneath the stargazers sky
Is perhaps where I'll stay forever, away from the suburban lie
Mother sighs, and there, she cries, away from the work at bay
She's got to get money somehow, otherwise, they'll never be a free place
Grandmother screams and projects the words of literary con
The yelling goes on more, like the wave of a torn, procrastinating, song
But something calls from a foreign land, many miles away
Where the castle of my future waits, or the breeze of an easterly bay
But something about that foreign land, underneath the stargazers sky
Is perhaps where I'll stay forever, away from the suburban lie
The day, at last, has finally passed, and the sailors cross the ocean seas
There's another face, from the mourning bay, simply looking back at me
Seven days is all it takes, follow the demolition man
The picket line will be your sign, the chance to get away, for good this time
But something calls from a foreign land, many miles away
Where the castle of my future waits, or the breeze of an easterly bay
But something about that foreign land, underneath the stargazers sky
Is perhaps where I'll stay forever, away from the suburban lie
But something calls from a foreign land, many miles away
Where the castle of my future waits, or the breeze of an easterly bay
But something about that foreign land, underneath the stargazers sky
Is perhaps where I'll stay forever, away from the suburban lie
But something calls from a foreign land, many miles away
Where the castle of my future waits, or the breeze of an easterly bay
But something about that foreign land, underneath the stargazers sky
Is perhaps where I'll stay forever, away from the suburban lie
Another day, another price to pay. For the same mistakes, as any other day
Daddy rots and execrates, the sliding movement begins to fade
from within the shadows, simmers in the night, Freedom's not a chosen right
But something calls from a foreign land, many miles away
Where the castle of my future waits, or the breeze of an easterly bay
But something about that foreign land, underneath the stargazers sky
Is perhaps where I'll stay forever, away from the suburban lie
Mother sighs, and there, she cries, away from the work at bay
She's got to get money somehow, otherwise, they'll never be a free place
Grandmother screams and projects the words of literary con
The yelling goes on more, like the wave of a torn, procrastinating, song
But something calls from a foreign land, many miles away
Where the castle of my future waits, or the breeze of an easterly bay
But something about that foreign land, underneath the stargazers sky
Is perhaps where I'll stay forever, away from the suburban lie
The day, at last, has finally passed, and the sailors cross the ocean seas
There's another face, from the mourning bay, simply looking back at me
Seven days is all it takes, follow the demolition man
The picket line will be your sign, the chance to get away, for good this time
But something calls from a foreign land, many miles away
Where the castle of my future waits, or the breeze of an easterly bay
But something about that foreign land, underneath the stargazers sky
Is perhaps where I'll stay forever, away from the suburban lie
But something calls from a foreign land, many miles away
Where the castle of my future waits, or the breeze of an easterly bay
But something about that foreign land, underneath the stargazers sky
Is perhaps where I'll stay forever, away from the suburban lie
But something calls from a foreign land, many miles away
Where the castle of my future waits, or the breeze of an easterly bay
But something about that foreign land, underneath the stargazers sky
Is perhaps where I'll stay forever, away from the suburban lie
Credits
Writer(s): Jessica Armer
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