We can cross the atlantic ocean Draw a huge line, separate ourselves from things that die 'Cause the undergrowth grows up our sides sides if we stand still We are driving across the map As we move on The things we crush upon
Blue fields at night Back in the fight Snow piled high Like white fake flowers uh huh Driven by dreams so far it seems Traced on a map We cut ties of undergrowth
Hey!
On the move we prove we lose everything Russia calls my name On the move we prove we lose everything Where is home in change?
You come to me You go away You come to me You go away You come to me hah you go away You come to me now you go away!
