Album: Olé
It's a beautiful prison we're living in,
Come take my hand,
It's a beautiful castle we've built on the beautiful sand,
With this beautiful ocean before us and all of these beautiful things, it's almost as if we exist in a beautiful dream,
Only I'm not so sure what it's worth or what any of it means.
Come with me,
Take my hand,
Come, let's go,
Don't ask where ‘cause I don't know,
Come, let's go.
Now I don't have a problem with objects,
I love the material zone,
I love the smell of the forest, the expanse of the desert, the way that the heavens were thrown,
And the sound and the power of the ocean, and the sparkle of diamonds and gold,
And the mysterious light in that starry night painting by Vincent Van Gogh,
It's just nothing I need to upset myself trying to own.
So come with me,
Take my hand,
Come, let's go,
Don't ask where ‘cause I don't know,
But, come, let's go.
Yeah, I've heard of a country where nobody cares what you've got,
Where the cut of your clothes or the make of your car doesn't mean a whole lot,
Yeah, where acts of compassion are valued like pieces of art,
And people aren't judged on possessions, but by the intentions of the heart.
So come with me,
Come on, let's go,
Take my hand,
Don't ask where ‘cause I don't know,
Let's just go,
Come on, let's go,
Come, let's go.
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