Latitude

Going home, is it sentimental?

You're rolling eyes, but we're lucky enough to get the chance to

We're longing for the latitude

A snail shell, one step away, now it surrounds you

She says, "I go behind the door to change my mind"

Who's keeping time?

And that's what we remember you by in the moon

Beyond the room

Going home, it's lost the frame

So redefine and leave the rest under the staircase

We're longing for the latitude

A snail shell, one step away, now it surrounds you

Fall in the fold, who's uninvited on my own?

Nothing to show

And then I catch a ride to someplace where it's warm

Embrace the throes

Buried in the sand, buried in the sand

The zeal of my heart, buried in your hands

Buried in the sand, buried in the sand

The zeal of my heart, buried in your hands

Buried in the sand, buried in the sand

The zeal of my heart, buried in your hands

Buried in the sand, buried in the sand

The zeal of my heart, buried in your hands

She says, "I go behind the door to change my mind"

Who's keeping time?

And that's what we remember you by in the moon

Beyond the room