Strangeland

Lover, I remember.
Laying out on map,
Throwing our possessions in the van,
You takes part on the back seat,
And the can beer in your hand,
Dressed for our arrival in the strangeland,

Strangeland blind, you got no reason, you got no rhyme,
You get no time to put things right, to put things right.

You drove across the border, as the winter rains and dry,
And only faithful bird song fill the sky,
You threw your head back screamming, as we raise across wet sand.
And left into the waters of the strange land.

Strange land blind, you got no reason, you got no rhyme,
You get no time to put things right, to put things right. You round a rope around me,
And you put the knots in tight,
And shoke me like a bad dream from your sight,
And now the things I've done to forget you,
Well, it's not what a I had plan,
The sweetest thoughts get twisted in the strange land.

Strange land blind, you got no reason, you got no rhyme,
You get no time to put things right, to put things...

Strange land dreams, you tore my baby away from me
You get no time to put things right, to put things right.

You get no time to put things right, to put things right,
To put things right, to put things right