Testo Home

There’s a wind that contains the night
A fellow shadow wanders free
It runs across a sandy floor
With crooked jags and even seams

The moon’s risen high above
The clouds can make them heavenly
A drought was kicked out of the class by Frozen rings and dirty streams

I’m Home, I’m Home
I’m Home, I’m Home

The neighbours drink and toast the pain
To fill up holes they may have made
A child plays a silly game
With toys that he’s imagining

The world is a deadly place
That swallows us with crass and ease
The only thing left from your name is
A tragic love of poetry
I’m Home, I’m Home
I’m Home, I’m Home

Someday you’ll come back
You’ll come wake us