Home

So we set off with the winds

With our backs leaned against the sun

Heavyhearted kind of sin

Broken cage, now it's all undone

Sail beneath the winds

Don't be fooled by false times

And held beneath the runes

We found shelter from fine lines

From fine lines

So are you comin' home

After where you've been?

Where the skies are true

And fields are made of dreams

When are you coming home

After what you've seen?

Have you lost yourself

Or have you clipped your wings?

When are you comin' home?

Streaks of fire cross the sky

Carry hopes across waves of tired tides

Keep it simple, keep it clean

The honest wishes tend to shine within

Sail beneath the winds

Don't be fooled by false times

And held beneath the runes

We found shelter from fine lines

So are you comin' home

After where you've been?

Where the skies are true

And fields are made of dreams

When are you coming home

After what you've seen?

Have you lost yourself

Or have you clipped your wings?

When are you comin' home?

When are you comin' home?

When are you comin' home?

When are you comin' home?

When are you comin' home?

When are you comin' home?