Do you remember green mountains?
Our summers wandering open fields
the rolling Hills to the west
And a quiet strip of sea to the east

Evenings we went to the Airport,
Watching planes sweep only meters above,
A mix of fear and trembling excitement,
Engines rumbling low inside our belly.

Mama, I want a hole in my belly too,
the commercial said, I never forgot,
But that void grew in my head
and brought me here
to sing alone in my room.

Do you remember green mountains?
Do you remember our summers?
Do you remember the hollow inside me?

Do you remember green mountains
and our summers?
Do you remember
the hollow?
I never forgot
the hollow inside me

And courage never found its way to me.