Comfort in the mystery.
A childlike wonder.
Here lies my history.
Before I am cast asunder.
Before I am cast asunder.

This place moves all the time.
The days prove to be mine.
Delays in our rhyme.

There's a city, up upon the hill.
Forests and towns by bridges.
The wind blows in such a thrill.
Where nature has such riches.
It's home.

Sailboats in the summer breeze.
In winter the river will freeze.
The warmth has come.
Spring has finally gone.

It's home.
It's home.

I don't like the sun.
I don't like the heat.
But I kind of miss the feeling.
Of warm sand around my feet.
Around my feet.

Well the closest I could ever be.
To that feeling of home inside me.
But I still feel far.
I still feel far.