Was it Italy?
Was it Scotland?
Or was it Britain?

Nevertheless, I’ll say I’ll never know when I’m thinking about it then?

Was it Italy?
Was it Scotland?
Or was it Britain?

Taking little Italy out of Italy was devastating...

It’s almost like I can never overstate nor any hesitation.

Was it Scotland?

And All I have ever been.

Or was it Britain?

All I ever said it mustn’t be any bit of pieces of him.

Just like it’s mentioned.

Was it Scotland?
Or was it Britain?

I’ll never know until I cross between them.

They’ll say it’s scary of a sacrifice to know either which one is right?

Maybe neither of it and I’ll still be alright.

Alright is the time to feel like I’m not stuck in these daydreams of daytime or daylights. Because when I’ll know it’ll be over until without either a fight.

Fight until worthy comes into a good kiss morning into the nights

I’ll find my Scotland or Britain and without it, I’m not gonna go sorting out of my wilderness.

Because without my Scotland
Because without Britain.

I’m nothing but land without a name whose name shall be called I’ll find it when I’m there again.