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ANGELS & AIRWAVES · ...Of Nightmares 2015 · Track 01 of 04
There's a wind that contains the night A fellow shadow wanders free It runs across a sandy floor With crooked jags and even seams
The moon's risen high above The clouds can make them heavenly A drought was kicked out of the class by Frozen rings and dirty streams
I'm Home I'm Home I'm Home I'm Home
The neighbours drink and toast the pain To fill up holes they may have made A child plays a silly game With toys that he's imagining
The world is a deadly place That swallows us with crass and ease The only thing left from your name is A tragic love of poetry
I'm Home I'm Home I'm Home I'm Home
I'm Home I'm Home I'm Home I'm Home
Someday you'll come back You'll come back You'll come wake us
Someday you'll come back You'll come back You'll come wake us
Someday you'll come back You'll come back You'll come wake us
Someday you'll come back You'll come back You'll come wake us