Promised Land
Now it seemsTo appear to usNow we touch the groundArriving in this promised landWhere future meets the past
Red flags and tainted dreamsLittle pale ladies in dolly white sheetsPagan words and rose coloured drinksMechanical steam underneath
If to choose we rather take twoThe chances are too less
If we turn to seeAnd once we pick a smileOur lifetime has achived to touch a human heart
For once we turn to seeBy chance we pick a smileOne word - One touch of handOne single reason why