[00:48.516]Lift my head up from the foreign ground I lay upon
[00:56.695]Waking in the dark end of the longest day
[01:02.547]Cold and broken
[01:12.281]Still, I haven't slept as well as this in days
[01:35.521]Walking on these feet for what now feels like centuries
[01:43.056]The city streets still sing into my inner ear
[01:49.245]Burnt out
[01:52.876]Scared and bruised, but I just made it through
[01:59.953]Onto
[02:21.999]Blurry thoughts of times in buildings I have left behind
[02:29.818]Disappear like mist under the morning sun
[02:35.527]Nature takes me there
[02:45.001]Back to all the childhood stories that you told when
[02:49.173]We still had a home
[02:57.128]Home
[03:02.676]Home
[03:08.234]Home
[03:15.135]Dare I go right off the precipice
[03:19.576]Following the footsteps of no one else
[03:24.526]Found myself between routine and heartache
[03:28.757]Knowing it/you was not a life to lead
[03:33.003]Dare I go right off the precipice
[03:37.167]Following the footsteps of no one else
[03:41.067]Found myself between routine and heartache
[03:45.392]Knowing it/you was not a life to lead
[03:50.436]Cold and all alone
[03:53.902]Still, I feel more at home
[03:57.614]Sleeping rough under this tree
[04:01.944]Than back in district three