Books
We'll stay until it sings
As we keep from being found
It's just you and me and what comes along
Safe on low ground
The weeks that we stayed in
There were books and weight and wine
And long nights with nothing left
But sleep and a worried mind
If they break us down
And we end up on that hill
Call me back, back to my country
When the waiting hour is here and you believe
We'll call it all just a dream
If they break us down
And we end up on that hill
Call me back, back to my country