My voluntary exile
Just like the three denials
Came before the break of day
Where I was from
That's how unconditional love was repaid
The familiar, the serene
Could not compete with
The billion other me's
As viewed on glowing screens
In wish-fulfilling scenes
So soon the moment came
I knew I'd leave
Where I was from
I learned about the sentimental type
I learned what becomes of those
Who can't accept that their innocence has died
Where I was from
The accents are strange
And the people
Are in their ways
Where I was from (Where I was from)
Roam the ghosts of my life
Where I was from
Is where I will
Is where I will
Where I was from
The accents are strange
Where I was from
They're set in their ways
Where I was from
Roam the ghosts of my life
And where I am from
Is where I will die
Who will lead me back
To the ceremonies of innocence
To what it was, and what it meant
Who will lead me back?
Who will lead me?
Who will lead me back
To the ceremonies of innocence?
