A Church Of Dust And Rubble

Wake me up and stay, when the waves have come to wash me away
I like to dream when I’m awake, while the moons await the tensions to break
Make my heart swim, close the gates that made me sing
Below the stream where spirits travel, we’ll live in a church of dust and rubble
Of dust and rubble
From the top of the mountains, I run through dust and storms
We’re going home
We’re going home
From the depth of the ocean we’ve wandered way too long
We’re going home
We’re going home
All the hollows, the comets, the fires have purged them all
We’re going home
Going home
And I’ll come with you, we’ve all had to turn to the storm
We’re going home
We’re going home
We’re going home
We’re going home
We’re going home, home
We’re going home
We’re going home
We’re going home, home
We’re going home
We’re going home
We’re going home, home
We’re going home
We’re going home
We’re going home, home
We’re going home
We’re going home
We’re going home, home
We’re going home