home

Close, but away, Thinking of a place of nothing: It's often not easy to tell Which one it is. So away, Caught between two webs of nothing. It's always not easy to see when one of them ends and the other begins. It begins. In the middle of the ocean, breathing out, The wind has left behind A fading sound stolen from a faraway land Sinking just as deep as once was wild. Never tell me why It's so hard to find. It's so hard to find. Walking day and night through the mountains of the meadows of your heart. Listening to the echoes of a drowning voice that can't be right. Never tell me why It's so hard to find my way back home. Close, but away, Thinking of a place of nothing: It's often not easy to tell Which one it is. In the middle of the ocean, breathing out, The wind has left behind A fading sound stolen from a faraway land Sinking just as deep as once was wild. Never tell me why It's so hard to find. It's so hard to find. Walking day and night through the mountains of the meadows of your heart. Listening to the echoes of a drowning voice that can't be right. Never tell me why It's so hard to find my way back home. In the middle of the ocean, breathing out, The wind has left behind A fading sound. But it's so far away. Walking day and night through the mountains of the meadows of your heart. Listening to the echoes of a drowning voice that can't be right. Never tell me why It's so hard to find my way back home.