Dark highways take us near and far from home. We find ourselves among the cities and roads again. On the beach, after those midnight beasts came and went, I chose the sea. Down under stars coming up, we are home again. We woke up to find you gone. "Well," said the city, "we still have the river."
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.