Story of an Immigrant (Acoustic)

What am I to build

If my hands are broken?

If I'm not the chosen one

What am I to build?

Where is my heart beating?

Somewhere under that water?

If I drive will I get over

Or will I join the deep?

So, I'll burst and turn and dance the life that is eternal

And the words form their meaning

Change their feeling

Like a first born ready to begin

Ready to begin

All of my possessions

They're lying on the backseat

I tidy and I clean but it's never neat

Such is my life

So, I'll burst and turn

And dance the life that is eternal

And the words form their meaning;

Change their feeling

Like a first born

Ready to begin

Ready to begin

Just one step, just one step

Just one step, just one step

Let the frozen carry me

Over water to the free;

Where the other half begins;

Where she waits for me

Let the frozen carry me

Over water to the free;

Where the other half begins;

Where she waits for me

I'm ready to begin