Come from a far away land
Where strangers hold your hand
Under the stars
in a horse and cart.
We made up our bed
they said we're mislead
but they don't know
we've got a field were love grows
And we are broken
but we're fucking beautiful
we got to money
but everything is alright, alright
we don't need money to feel alright
cause we've got freedom.
we've got freedom
I've sailed across the sea
Stone Henge to New Delhi
--- before ya
California
You'll never be alone
we've found a place to call home
come together
where nothing lasts forever
And we are broken
but we're fucking beautiful
we got to money
but everything is alright, alright
we don't need money to feel alright
cause we've got freedom.
we've got freedom