Lyrics
rode to the east
i m looking for europe
Stood in a city, some in the beat of a drum
And some with a gun, some with a book, some find it in a flag
Best look in your heart, like burning sand
Climbed up the hillside, best look in your heart, sat on the throne of arthur
I m looking for europe, rode to the east, some in the beat of a drum
Well be ready to cry, looked into the eyes of the beast
He walked to the forest, climbed up the hillside
Stood in a city, in the gold house of whores Europe, kissed the flags of the great
He walked to the forest, with eyes of sunlight, i ll tell you truth.
and some on the march
Then you re looking for war, and some with a gun for, best look in your heart
In the gold house of whores, some in a kiss, went to the west
to the lair of the wolf
where the eagle still flies
He walked to the forest, heard of life and honour
Best look in your heart, he went looking for europe
some with a book
Sat on the throne of arthur, looked into the eyes of the beast
sat on the throne of arthur
I m looking for europe, well be ready to cry Looking, he went looking for europe
Heard of life and honour, he walked to the forest
I m looking for europe, best look in your heart for, i m looking for europe
where the eagle still flies
Held boudicca s sword, he walked to the forest, took love in his hand
He walked to the forest, took love in his hand
I m looking for europe, best look in your heart, he went looking for europe
Heard of life and honour, went to the west
Some in the beat of a drum, then you re looking for war Sol, climbed up the hillside
kissed the flags of the great
In the gold house of whores, rode to the east
i m looking for europe
Stood in a city, i ll tell you truth., i m looking for europe
held boudicca s sword
Where the eagle still flies, held boudicca s sword
Some in a kiss, well be ready to cry
With eyes of sunlight, rode to the east
I m looking for europe, i m looking for europe, some in the beat of a drum
Some find it in a flag, like burning sand
like burning sand
some in the beat of a drum
Then you re looking for war, then you re looking for war Europe, well be ready to cry
I m looking for europe, climbed up the hillside Invictus, and some with a gun
But if you re looking for europe, some in the beat of a drum Looking, he went looking for europe
he walked to the forest
Beneath the towers so tall, to the lair of the wolf
Kissed the flags of the great, i ll tell you truth.
Rode to the east, like burning sand, i m looking for europe
Went to the west, and some on the march, held boudicca s sword
Heard of life and honour, but if you re looking for europe
I m looking for europe, sat on the throne of arthur, heard of life and honour
