Gone,
The weary and the idle vices we once wore
The stitches and regrets we covered up now torn
See I'm almost home
I'm almost home!
Home,
The National the Castle that we made our own
and I have never tried to hide where I belong
See I'm always yours
and I would take a hundred years just to tell you how I feel
I would crawl hundred miles just to see if this is real
We could be a folklore we could be an ancient tale
There will come a day where history repeats itself
Soon,
The clouds will break the wind will brace these sails of stone
and I have never known a journey take this long
but I'm almost home
I'm almost home
and when I finally fall upon a shore I know
there's only one thing I can really know for sure
is that I'm always yours
and I would take a hundred years just to tell you how I feel
I would crawl hundred miles just to see if this is real
We could be a folklore, we could be an ancient tale
There will come a day where history repeats itself
Home,
The cradle and the shelter that we made our own
and I have never tried to hide where I belong
See I'm almost home!
and I would take a hundred years just to tell you how I feel
I would crawl hundred miles just to see if this is real
We could be a folklore we could be an ancient tale
There will come a day where history repeats itself
and I would take a hundred years just to tell you how I feel
I would crawl hundred miles just to see if this is real
Maybe you're a star now shooting through a distant sky
Maybe I'm an astronaught,searching for another life