The Country Sings

Bathe in broken skies
Rain falls through the open tiles
A gap that lets the wind beneath the door

Grew up by a cemetery 
Cobwebs and the artistry
Stories in the dust upon the floor 

If we leave here now
If we give in to the doubt
If we raze it to the ground
We’ll never get it back
We may never get it back

Slave to the birds of prey
Whose wages keep the wolves away
Our terraces and trees beneath their wings

With patience for paradise
We drink ‘til we get paralysed
And stand together when the country sings

If we leave here now
If we give in to the doubt
If we raze it to the ground
We’ll never get it back
We may never get it back

Oh oh oh
Never, never, never

We will never get it back
If we leave it
We’ll never get it back 
If we leave it now

If we leave here now
If we give in to the doubt
If we raze it to the ground
We’ll never get it back
We may never get it back