This Is The Land - The Bees

The windows were black

But I saw through

You don’t know me

And I don’t know you

Through the viewfinder

There’s no one beside her

I see there’s no worry

See there’s no hurry

This is the land

That I traveled through

Bridges arriving

The stage coach is driving

Over the hills

Till you see the windmills

The sea in the harbor

Has left for the time now

And the ledge won’t pretend

When it’s holing your hull

This is the land

That I traveled through