Текст песни Below the Hinterlands - Iguana

I look over yonder
I set a course in any direction
There's a new world upside down on the map
Growing up so far east,
Locked street doors facing west.
A turnaround is the key to the gates

The promised flourishing scenery
Trampled down for an Eagle note
I look over yonder
The wall is down, but the fence is high.
Hammer, compass, golden ears
Pulled off, thrown down, for a new pride to fear
I look over yonder
It dawns on us, but the sun sets west.
I sing out of time
When old hammers fall
With beats like a call
To build up new walls.
I sing out of time

If you dance in time
As that old curtain squeaks
To a Goebbels-speech.
It's not a dance, you're marching again!
I look over yonder
Walk along on golden streets
Some folks think it's too good to last.
Growing up so European
With open doors and end to war
The future holds what the past has seen.