To Home Deep as the sea and boundless as the night-time Home its every echo embraces firm and fast images of childhood and reflections of the past Mirrors of the memories and the questions never asked Questions never asked, so questions never answered Mirrors of myself, or glass reflecting something else?
Home of the heart and hanger for the hat worn Can't go back another time, but then you never left images of childhood and reflections of the past Mirrors of the memories and the questions never asked Questions never asked, so questions never answered Mirrors of myself, or glass reflecting something else?
