Coming Home - text

My shapeless memory, I'm cold and tired
Let me feel I'm down here for coming home
All stormy decades raging now quietly
So I beg that it's time now for coming home


I am the light and I am the dark
And I am the space between this
And I am the ghost, that is coming home

My days of blindness, keep all your vicitims
I can see in the grey ways for coming
My sparkling mistakes, my ark must leave now
I can read in the skies that I'm coming home


I am a king and I am fool
And I am the names between this
And I am a ghost, that is coming home...

Text přidal Scoth

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