They've called upon the streets in the middle of nowhere and shouted messages down dark alleyways.
Nothing but into the crowd it sank, like stones amidst a dust storm.
The Cox Sintrific and all that cannot be explained, the causeway of the century, or something similar to this.
Is it really love in your eyes, or music on your shoulder? Are you left to ponder?
On what's there to wonder.. and then suddenly, briefly drift off yonder?
Welcome to Iceland, we hope you enjoy your stay. We can tell you the trip is worth it,
and somewhere along the road from here to there is something buried in the middle of this forsaken land.
It's the message we've been searching for. We think we're so enlightened.
See they don't know, but we do, but we suspect that they do. We go to church, we start fires.
In church we start fires.
