Bush. Golden State. Land Of The Living. Zeneszám

I found myself in another world
I found myself alive and well

I am the vapor, I am the gas
You be the angel of everything

This is the land of the living
This is the land of reprisal
This is the land of the living
The living, the living

I lost myself, too wide a plane
I opened up, I'm not the same

I am electric, made of wire
You be the match, I'll be the fire

This is the land of the living
This is the land of reprisal
This is the land of the living
The living, the living, the living

In myself I try for you
Walk a thousand miles to get us through
Airways, jet planes
Safe landings, no branding

Land, land

This is the land of the living
The land of reprisal
This is the land of the living
The land of survival, survival

Land, land

This is the land of the living
The living, the living, the living