What Is Home? [Live]
As I stare into the frozen starlight,
My hands burn with the scars of past lives.
I see past all the falling chimneys.
Home for me,
What is home for me?
As I charge into the foothills of your life,
Stand under fading sunlight,
Hope it will return next morning.
Home for me,
What is home for me?
I can't wait to find,
A home for me.
Silence gauge me,
Into my soul.
Approach you this morning.
Which one will you be?
You're far too important to me.
As I stare into the frozen starlight,
My hands burn with the scars of past lives.
I see past all the falling chimneys.
Home for me,
What is home for me?
I cannot wait to find,
A home for me.
Home for me.
Writer/s: Rich Robinson
