Under the silence of water, Into a sky full of birds Out from the land of our fathers, I am falling on your words, Oh...
Dark as the night of a preacher, I made a bed out of hay They paid me a handful of money, I gave it all away... All away...
And the righteous raised their stones And the devil threw his arrow That was longing for a home With nowhere to go, Oh, Theo...
In the half-life 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
Then my heart was still unknown I was drunk and full of sorrows I was longing for a home With nowhere to go, Oh, 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 grows On a field of fallen sparrows I was longing for a home With nowhere to go, Oh, Theo...
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