Promise Land

In this land, in this land In this land, we breathe no more In this land, on this shore Past the time for talk Try it again, prize of war And all that's done is rewound Try it again, on this shore Years still because you're innocent I want to hear the horses scream What other work begins I want to know where will it stop This want surrounds with torn hills And slide right out of here Freedom to die before you understand And inner one here wanders blindly around All the spectres with their holy books Identity wound to our land As far as inside, this jewel that glimmers wild with no light Our land waiting, our land waiting Our land waiting In this land, on this shore With these hands we hold no more I want to hear the horses scream This prize of war, out here in the promised land I want to know, when will it stop When eyes above run into all these things And into a sea of promises Our land waiting, our land waiting Our land waiting, our land waiting Island waiting, island waiting Island waiting, outlawed