Promised Land Songtext

von Polkov

Everything I am, is a mirror
These days the darkness kicks in
The mirror shattered by a hot dog stand
You got out of hand
My promised land

Please, Please, excuse the way I talk
I am sad
So very very sad
All my love is lost to a cause
And I can't win for you, Elisabeth

Let's all do the nuclear spin
We can sing - at least we can still sing
Tell the dancer to illuminate
Let him burn
And turn, turn, turn
I had a dream of an underground station
I was chasing her by the blue
I spill my time, like sand
You got out of hand
My promised land

Please, Please, excuse the way I talk
I am sad
So very very sad
All my love is lost to a cause
And I can't win for you, Elisabeth

Every day feels like another reason lost
I ought to try to sit it out
Pour me another glass of sauce
We keep in touch;
Twice a year we write a few considered lines
And the one time we met in Graz
In a bar near the park

Please, Please, excuse the way I talk
I am sad
So very very sad
All my love is lost to a cause
And I can't win for you, Elisabeth