Land Of Living Skies Pt. 2: The Living Skies - The Besnard Lakes

Take a long walk down the countryside

Take a long, long time to clear my mind

Living behind these steel bars

Someone strolls along the oceanside,

Looking out to «The Land of Living Skies»,

Casting glances from tear-filled eyes

Up on top of this burned-down countryside

This fire envelops me

I’ll be sitting on that beach

Thinking «was it ever too late?»

Once was great, all falls into place

We make our mistakes and take them to our graves

Up on top of this barren mountainside

This fire that follows me

As I’m wading into the ocean, wading until I get knee-deep

Look up to «The Land of Living Skies»

While I’m drowning in a sea,

(look up to «The Land of Living Skies»)

Drowning in a sea of glory

They show you the room where you stay

Cold walls of concrete and clay

Through one tiny window you’ll see

Armys of soldiers in green, all for you

Gathered, as stones from a grave:

Troops with dark horses at bay

As far as your eyes can see:

Millions of men on one knee, all for you