Next door the baby's crying again,
Suddenly something snaps inside of her
She tells him, cant take it one more night
Let's move to the mountains
And now they're packing their bags at midnight
Sleep on mattresses on the floor,
Five o'clock she makes them some coffee
By sunrise they're out the door
They say truth's at hand
You've got to look and you will find
You will understand......
He thinks of the house on the mountainside waiting for 
them in the sun
They'll take some time talk to the trees
A glass of wine when the day is done
They'll walk hand in hand down to the market place
Buy themselves a loaf of bread
Walk through the grounds of the old English church
So many thoughts inside their head
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Car radio's on through this early ride
Songs of betrayal, songs of hate,
But the song that's playing in their hearts
Is the song that's gonna stay
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