When I hear your words through song
I hope I someday can sing
In harmony with your love
But for now I long for silence.
All the pretty girls with their pretty boys too
Holding hands along the beaches of the lake,
Singing together nearly inaudibly,
Of songs about hearts that beat in time.
And it’s while I watch them silently,
From a distance I know quite comfortably
Seeing how they move near effortlessly
That I know it’s time for me to leave.
So home is where I’ll go,
But the only home I know
This home somewhere on the road,
The home I don’t own where I belong.
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 1:11 AM UTC
When I hear your words through song
I hope I someday can sing
In harmony with your love
But for now I long for silence.
All the pretty girls with their pretty boys too
Holding hands along the beaches of the lake,
Singing together nearly inaudibly,
Of songs about hearts that beat in time.
And it’s while I watch them silently,
From a distance I know quite comfortably
Seeing how they move near effortlessly
That I know it’s time for me to leave.
So home is where I’ll go,
But the only home I know
This home somewhere on the road,
The home I don’t own where I belong.
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