Four million lakes
A half drowned land
Looking south for inspiration
Stolen thoughts, frozen language

This is how it goes
We believe in anything
Before we believe in ourselves
This is how we live
We believe in God
Before we believe in ourselves
Nation, nation of followers

If you move elsewhere
Throw caution to the wind
Learn simple foreign accents and go for it
Maybe, maybe you'll get lucky

This is how it goes
We believe in anything
Before we believe in ourselves
This is how we live
Not at war with anyone
Just waging a war with ourselves
Nation, nation of followers

This is how it goes
We believe in anything
Before we believe in ourselves
This is how we live
We believe in God
Before we believe in ourselves
Nation, nation of followers

Nation, nation of followers
Nation, nation of followers

Copyright: MYSTERY SONG
Writer(s): Mark Gane, Martha Helen Johnson