Think Of England

In the grip of a winter came, love and greed

Insane with faith, I took the driving front seat

In the lowlight comfort of Berlin streets

The calm from emptiness duetted with my body heat

I was alone at the front line

The message I was told was to try and find
The joy of a lifetime

I just cant think of England
I cant see the picture

Im still running from the fire, the fire

I just cant think of England

I cant see the picture
Im still running from the fire, the fire, the fire

In the twilight hours of nervous rest

I bought the beast before believing the threats

In a foreign field I cut all regrets

But the poisoned stories just repeat themselves in ******-up mess

I was alone for the first time

The message I was told was to try and find
The joy of a lifetime

I just cant think of England

I cant see the picture
Im still running from the fire, the fire

I just cant think of England
I cant see the picture
Im still running from the fire, the fire

I just cant think of England

Cant see the picture

Cant see the picture

Cant see the picture