The Sticks

(альбом: The Sticks - 2012)

I'm looking at mountain ranges, I'm looking at islands baby
Oh archipelago take me
I'm looking to isolate me, terra incognita baby
I'm getting away from all the—

La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da-a-a-a
La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da-a-a-a

I'll be gone for good, out there with the creatures in the woods
And I'll be understood, make friends with the pagans in the nude
I'll be no different, just a little less interested
In all that new world shit, 'cause there ain't no new world in the sticks

I'm getting on a mountain baby, yeah, I'm thinking of an island maybe
Oh archipelago take me
I'm looking to isolate me, terra incognita baby
I'm getting away from all the—

La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da-a-a-a
La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da-a-a-a

I'll bring a book to read, Crusoe to get me in my theme
I'll bring my heart to break, gonna find some pretty Wiccan thing
I'll bring some chocolate, ain't no way she could resist
I'll bring my papa's tricks, 'cause there ain't no help line in the sticks

La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da-a-a-a
La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da-a-a-a