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Saturday 12 November 2022
23:36 PM (WIB)
The dimming of the light makes the picture clearer
It's just an old photograph
There's nothing to hide
When the world was just beginning
I memorized a face so it's not forgotten
I hear the wind whistling'
Come back anytime
And we'll mix our lives together
Heaven knows- what keeps mankind alive
Every hand- goes searching for its partner
In crime- under chairs and behind tables
Connecting- to places we have known
I'm looking for a
Home - where the wheels are turning
Home - why I keep returning
Home - where my world is breaking in two
Home - with the neighbors fighting
Home - always so exciting
Home - were my parents telling the truth?
Home - such a funny feeling
Home - no one ever speaking
Home - with our bodies touching
Home - and the cameras watching
Home - will infect whatever you do
We're Home - comes to life from outa the blue
Tiny little boats on a beach at sunset
I took a drink from a jar
and into my head
Familiar smells and flavors
Vehicles are stuck on the plains of heaven
I see their wheels spinning round
and everywhere
I can hear those people saying
That the eye- is the measure of the man
You can fly - from the stuff that still surrounds you
We're home - and the band keeps marching on
Connecting - to every living soul
Compassion - for things I'll never know
23:36 PM (WIB)
The dimming of the light makes the picture clearer
It's just an old photograph
There's nothing to hide
When the world was just beginning
I memorized a face so it's not forgotten
I hear the wind whistling'
Come back anytime
And we'll mix our lives together
Heaven knows- what keeps mankind alive
Every hand- goes searching for its partner
In crime- under chairs and behind tables
Connecting- to places we have known
I'm looking for a
Home - where the wheels are turning
Home - why I keep returning
Home - where my world is breaking in two
Home - with the neighbors fighting
Home - always so exciting
Home - were my parents telling the truth?
Home - such a funny feeling
Home - no one ever speaking
Home - with our bodies touching
Home - and the cameras watching
Home - will infect whatever you do
We're Home - comes to life from outa the blue
Tiny little boats on a beach at sunset
I took a drink from a jar
and into my head
Familiar smells and flavors
Vehicles are stuck on the plains of heaven
I see their wheels spinning round
and everywhere
I can hear those people saying
That the eye- is the measure of the man
You can fly - from the stuff that still surrounds you
We're home - and the band keeps marching on
Connecting - to every living soul
Compassion - for things I'll never know
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