If you take a turn right on the road by the sea
You'll end up in the Lucevanda Hills
Up there past the eucalyptuses
They say the view's most breath-taking
Especially after eight
That's what they're saying
Rumor's she's been dead for a while
Killed by the hands of those she's defied
Little do they know she's the only one
Who's made it out alive
Wrote a letter to her mother
I know you called the undertaker
Baffled, bruised, a bit broken
Usual narrative of a woman
Fleeing those who asked for her hand
To whom she couldn't
She wouldn't
They wouldn't understand no
She's already promised to a land
Wears hoop earrings
'Cause she's always wanted to be
Like her truly
Perfection it seems
Never met her before
Yet she's the only one you adore
It's a hell of a lore
Mother****ers wanting more
She cries so much she fills the rivers
Stream down to the children
Quenching their thirst
That's the closest she'll ever be to being a mother
The linen sheets in the wind
Floating like a flag of a personal nation
Of the pines and the bees flying
She's the Bride of the Lucevanda Hills crying
I'm her she is me
Don't call me up please
Don't come looking for me
Sure a mermaid at sea
Probably guessed it already
I'm the
I'm the Bride of the Lucevanda Hills
I'm the Bride
I'm the Bride of the Lucevanda Hills
I'm the Bride
I'm the Bride of the Lucevanda Hills
I'm the Bride
I'm the Bride
I'm the Bride of the Lucevanda Hills
The Lucevanda Hills
The Lucevanda Hills
The Lucevanda Hills
The Lucevanda Hills
The Lucevanda Hills
If you take a turn right on the road by the sea
You'll end up in the Lucevanda Hills
Up there past the eucalyptuses
They say the view's most breath-taking
Especially after eight
That's what they're saying
Rumor's she's been dead for a while
Killed by the hands of those she's defied
Little do they know she's the only one
Who's made it out alive
Wrote a letter to her mother
I know you called the undertaker
Baffled, bruised, a bit broken
Usual narrative of a woman
Fleeing those who asked for her hand
To whom she couldn't
She wouldn't
They wouldn't understand no
She's already promised to a land
Wears hoop earrings
'Cause she's always wanted to be
Like her truly
Perfection it seems
Never met her before
Yet she's the only one you adore
It's a hell of a lore
Mother****ers wanting more
She cries so much she fills the rivers
Stream down to the children
Quenching their thirst
That's the closest she'll ever be to being a mother
The linen sheets in the wind
Floating like a flag of a personal nation
Of the pines and the bees flying
She's the Bride of the Lucevanda Hills crying
I'm her she is me
Don't call me up please
Don't come looking for me
Sure a mermaid at sea
Probably guessed it already
I'm the
I'm the Bride of the Lucevanda Hills
I'm the Bride
I'm the Bride of the Lucevanda Hills
I'm the Bride
I'm the Bride of the Lucevanda Hills
I'm the Bride
I'm the Bride
I'm the Bride of the Lucevanda Hills
The Lucevanda Hills
The Lucevanda Hills
The Lucevanda Hills
The Lucevanda Hills
The Lucevanda Hills
So don't come looking for me please
Don't come looking for my peace
Don't come looking for pieces
Past the eucalyptuses
Sailor
In the summer
I'll wait for you
To lie at anchor
So we can be together
And finally be true
