Won't you let the record play out

One last time, time means nothing to the both of us

After all is said and done, once the final days have come

Memories of silhouettes, will traverse in etiquette

All I need, to keep in mind, to guide me though the endless night

Every second, any hour I'll be thinking of ways to get my soul out of my body back to you

(If only I could find a way)

And though I am a hundred million miles away, I got home on the dials as I'm travelling

I'm coming home (home)

Now the days don't mean a thing

Find solace in the memory of little things of time before, surrounded by the unexplored

A world I know, so far away that I'll give back to you some day

Every second, any hour I'll be thinking of ways to get my soul out of my body back to you

(If only I could find a way)

And though I am a hundred million miles away, I got home on the dials as I'm travelling

I'm coming home (home)

I don't think I know how long it's been, if I'll ever see home again

Time stood still for me but for you it could be centuries

Every second, any hour I'll be thinking of ways to get my soul out of my body back to you

(If only I could find a way)

And though I am a hundred million miles away, I got home on the dials as I'm travelling

I'm coming home (home)

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