Hunters Ghost Nation song lyrics

Too old to move - too rich to ignore

Garden of Eden on the South Pacific shore

Sweet wonderland.

No horizon - no borderline

Too far away to know or define

Sweet wonderland.

Empty playground - drenched in sorrow

The forest weeps last harvest tomorrow

Sweet wonderland.

Made in Japan

The pleasure boats are leaving

But there's nowhere to go

Into time-on, only minutes left

Hear the whistle blow

Sweet wonderland.

Dream of the future - forget about the past

I'll sell you something - you think it's gonna last

Sweet wonderland

Give away your riches - give away your gold

Ghost nation's soul can never be sold.