(Did he go home?)
(He flew out tonight)
Walking all the world is white
(I'm definitely going to come see you in February)
And all the sky is black
This place is calling me
The memory is clearer now
The memory has always had this haze
And on the other side it's warm and green
A single voice is singing
Of my destiny
And so I turn around again
And I stop....
(The only people for me are the mad ones)
Is this home?
Is this home?
Is this home?
Is this home?
Walking around my fears
With every step my body dies
And all the feeling turns to cold
Still fighting for some direction
Some perception as to where my heaven
Can be found
And though each time I start to
walk
It starts to slowly disappear
I can hear that voice again
But each time
All is lost in the snow
So I turn around again
And so I turn around
Is this home?
Is this home?
Is this home?
Is this home?
And if this all is a lie
Then I am not afraid
To keep my head up
Pain is lasting still I'm asking
Is this home?
Is this home?
Is this home?
Is this home?
Is this home, home, home?
Is this home, home, home?
Is this home?
Is this home, home, home?
Is this home, home, home?
Home
Walking all the world is white
And all the sky is black
This place is...calling me
