Under the silence of water
Into a sky full of birds
Out from the land of our fathers
I am falling on your words
Mmm-mmm
Dark as the night of a preacher
I made a bed out of hay
They paid me a handful of money
But I gave it all away
All away...
And the righteous raised their stones
And the Devil threw his arrows
I was longing for a home
With nowhere to go
Ohh, Theo...
In the half-light of the city
She took off all of her clothes
I flew from the height of the mountains
Into a valley of dry bones
All alone
And my heart was still unknown
I was drunk and full of sorrows
I was longing for a home
With nowhere to go
Ohh, Theo...
So I set fires of starlight
To burn up against the despair
I was caught in the tangles of midnight's
Long, unanswered prayer:
"Are you there?"
And the light of morning rose
On a field of fallen sparrows
I was longing for a home
With nowhere to go
Ohh, Theo...