Sangtekst: Foals. Tron.

Away, away from this system there is another country, a place we could go
Away, away from this system there is another country, a place we could go
Away, away from this system there is a flower shop by which I mean to say
Away, away from this system there is another country place we could go
Away, away, away, away, away, away, away...

If something won't heal, our children can't help you out
If something won't heal, our children can't help you out
If something won't heal, a compass can't help you out
If something won't heal, our children can't help you out

Away, away from this system there is a flower shop by which I mean to say
Away, away from this system there is another country place we could go
Away, away, away, away, away, away, away...

A waste is a waste

If something won't heal, our children can't help us out
If something won't heal, our children can't help us out
If something won't heal, a compass can't help you out
This love is foreign - why don't we quieten down?