Oooh I’m so tired of attending, the same show.
People bragging about, who they know.
People telling me, where they go, for vacation..
and how much they care for sufferation
and how much they long to be just good..
and what good they would do if they only could,
get away,
get away.
Cause there must be a land beyond this wasteland,
where the waves break on golden sand.
Waves break on golden sand.
I am turning on, magic tele-vision.
I am looking upon.. soldiers on a mission.
Looking ‘pon powerful people lying, through their teeth,
smiling, scratching their crotches down beneath.
Smug and sheltered in these wealthy nations..
Thriving on loot, sex and sensation.
Get away,
get away.
Cause there must be a land beyond this wasteland,
where the waves break on golden sand.
Waves break on golden sand.
credits
from Frozen Light,
released October 19, 2009
Music / lyrics: William Helvik
Produced and arranged by William Helvik and Ruben Rott Dalen