The Promised Land
International Songwriting COmpetition 2006 Winner
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Come down the wishing well dear
Wishes a-wait to come true
But baby, grown-ups won’t fit in this hole
So first of all how old are you?
The lake of conscience lays down there
Treasures deep far from the shore
An octopus lives there,
He wants you to drown, so don’t get too far or…
We’ll never know how to play this game
But baby we’re the same
Fouls that understand
The meaning of the Promised Land
We’ll pick the poems from trees
And we’ll crack together their shell
We’ll follow the path to the castle of secrets
In tip toes will ring its bell
In the highest tower we’ll make Love
Free all the Secrets in Xangry-La
We’ll watch people slaughter them,
Chasing us here but then we’ll be too far…
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