The storms were over, but the party kept raging
The smoke circle in Stockholm was mostly Canadian
Standing on your street, straight out of the lion's den
Every single place on earth I've ever been
You were living in a shadow when I saw you in Malmo
Your bitterness really spoke to me back then
And I had my doubts, but you told me to let them go
I wore my welcome out, but I guess you know how that goes
Feeling like a man without a nation
Born in a hostage situation
Some clothes in the drawer, a few books on a shelf
But I'm a visitor here like everywhere else
And the whole world smolders just like it's always done
And you'll always have a lie when you need one
Feeling like a man without a nation
Born in a hostage situation
Feeling like a man without a nation
Everything in ceaseless mutation
