Lift My Head Up From The Foreign Ground I Lay Upon
Waking In The Dark End Of The Longest Day
Cold And BrokenStill, I Haven′t Slept As Well As This In Days

Walking On These Feet For What Now Feels Like Centuries
The City Streets Still Sing Into My Inner Ear
Burnt Out
Scared And Bruised, But I Just Made It Through
Onto

Blurry Thoughts Of Times In Buildings I Have Left Behind
Disappear Like Mist Under The Morning Sun
Nature Takes Me There
Back To All The Childhood Stories That You Told When
We Still Had A Home

Home
Home
Home

Dare I Go Right Off The Precipice
Following The Footsteps Of No One Else
Found Myself Between Routine And Heartache
Knowing It Was Not A Life To Lead

Dare I Go Right Off The Precipice
Following The Footsteps Of No One Else
Found Myself Between Routine And Heartache
Knowing It Was Not A Life To Lead

Cold And All Alone
Still, I Feel More At Home
Sleeping Rough Under This Tree
Than Back In District Three