It felt like we’d been here a thousand years ago
When the door broke open and let in, the light
So we ran to an empty space and felt so free
You know we’ve never felt like this before

 [bad word] 
You turn to face me hold out you’re hand
Don’t you know that this is the promised land
With bright lights shining it feels so bright
Don’t you know that things go nice with spice

Now i think the time [bad word] to open the box
Let in the world what’s been hidden inside
Not covering what the day brings, it seems so bright
Don’t you know that this is the promised land, alright

 [bad word] 
You turn to face me hold out you’re hand
Don’t you know that this is the promised land
With bright lights shining it feels so bright
Don’t you know that things go nice with spice