Letra de The Wooded Hills Along the Black Sea
One, two One, two, threeCause no trouble Keep to our own kind Known to exist Hard to findNeck deep in our passions Serve who we serve Enshrouded in moonlight Bucking the curveUnder the radar Just out of reach Among the thick woods A mile from the beachThe burden of exile Gets easy to bear Sometimes forget There's cities down thereWoodsmen with axes They come and they go Snitch to the prefect 'Bout what they don't knowSmell the ocean breeze We will never run out of treesUnder the radar Just out of reach Among the thick woods A mile from the beach, yeah