Из альбома: 7 Layers
Broken stones, broken lightning
This house of doubt is what we know
Chasing down the silver linings
Of wounded minds and wounded souls
We are coming home, we are coming home
We are coming home, we are coming home
Screaming minds all around us Safe and sound like the rhythm of snow
Oh young dreams, where have you gone now?
These roads were paved with the golden sun
We are coming home, we are coming home
We are coming home, we are coming home
We are coming home, we are coming home
We are coming home, we are coming home
We are coming home, we are coming home
We are coming home, we are coming home
We are coming home, we are coming home
We are coming home, we are coming home