Letra de Skara Brae

Die to be reborn, I must turn this thing around turn this thing around Die to be reborn, I must turn this thing around, I must turn this thing, I can't find a way This is the perfect life, the life that's born from imperfection, I will embrace disappointment Die to be, I must find a way, I must turn this thing around, I must turn this thing To mend the life that's torn This is the perfect life, the life that's born from imperfection, I will embrace Between two headland points lies the bay of Skaill, escape from the mainland, here could tell some tales Where the wind whips up the waves white horses see the brave, the orcas come here every year This is the cradle of man, and seen many tears Where the wind whips up the waves white horses see the brave It is clear this is so, will this strange grief ever let me go? Where the wind whips up the waves white horses see the brave