Our New Land
DEACON BLUE · A New House 2014 · Track 10 of 11
Written by Ricky Ross
And so here comes the dream I seem to have each night We are racing up that hill In case we lose the light Even then, nothings certain We think we cannot make it Unill we're just about to break
Scrambling up towards the top Climbing till we're just about to drop Two hundred steps from here's the final spot We'll see our new land
From here the land is still There's nothing going on Then twinkling out of darkness All the lights come on And even then, we'll never know If they're there for celebration Or just to show us the way home
Scrambling up towards the top Climbing till we're just about to drop Two hundred steps from here's the final spot We'll see our new land So many times I've doubted it Prepared myself for disappointment Wondering if it really still exists Our new land
Oh yes all revolutions seem to be impossible Until the moment just before it happens It happens It happens It happens
Scrambling up towards the top Climbing till we're just about to drop Two hundred steps from here's the final spot We'll see our new land So many times I've doubted it Prepared myself for disappointment Wondering if it really still exists Our new land
Scrambling up towards the top Climbing till we're just about to drop Two hundred steps from here's the final spot We'll see our new land