Home's the safe of our gold
Past the walls, reaching for the light of doom
Of all the ways to go
You restlessly found your very own, alone
But high, high you'll float
Far from shores
And yes, the sun makes blind
Who rests in peace
Who stays in here but out of line
And all the pain that's grown like an evil sea
We'll fight back 'til the final storm
But I, I won't go far from the shores, for sure
Of all that remains we'll be the sun on snow
But I still walk down the road
