Think Of England Songtext / Lyric

In the grip of a winter came, love and greed

Insane with faith, I took the driving front seat

In the lowlight comfort of Berlin streets

The calm from emptiness duetted with my body heat



I was alone at the front line

The message I was told was to try and find

The joy of a lifetime



I just can't think of England

I can't see the picture

I'm still running from the fire, the fire



I just can't think of England

I can't see the picture

I'm still running from the fire, the fire, the fire






In the twilight hours of nervous rest

I bought the beast before believing the threats

In a foreign field I cut(?) all regrets

But the poisoned stories just repeat themselves in fucked-up mess



I was alone for the first time

The message I was told was to try and find

The joy of a lifetime



I just can't think of England

I can't see the picture

I'm still running from the fire, the fire



I just can't think of England

I can't see the picture

I'm still running from the fire, the fire



I just can't think of England

Can't see the picture

(Aaaahh.)

Can't see the picture

(Aaaahh.)

Can't see the picture.