If you never leave the highlands

like you're drowning under rain

and your sadness tastes like whiskey

and my body breathes the same


and ill drain my wisdom empty

just to feel that space again


but you know nothing is outside

and my secret is my silence

my secret is my silence

and my silence is in vain


im sick of living in these buildings

that were built from blood and rain

and from the warm side of the window

the views always look the same


but your face it held the stories

full of dreams it can contain


but you know nothing is outside

and my secret is my silence

my secret is my silence

and my silence is in vain


but you know nothing is outside

and my secret is my silence

my secret is my silence

and my silence is in vain


and you held on to a country

from the cail yard to the grave

and you spoke in quickly written verses

hidden in your gaelic name

to approach land without a harbour

to find your way home

you approach land without a harbour

to find your way home