Arriving at your grandparents house
We could see three horses
Between the clouds
Let's go and discover the island
Let's not waste our time
You would show me the way
Even though it's not mine
Through seventeen syllables we will be connected to the world
There's some European tourists
They are wearing multi-colored raincoats
Better leave your hands on the railing
Cause you never know
I could take you to the habour
You could tell me where the ships go
Far below the mountain there's a hallway where we put up our tent
Boiling home grown vegetables
And mix them with the traces in the sand
Once there were drums in the distance
It's been a while
Do you feel safe living
Alcatraz style
Arriving at your grandparents house
We could see three horses
Between the clouds