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He trod on the tails of the Union
And carried some words in his coat
While out walking once in the city
He dug his own personal moat
For all the people scorned, few had been less mourned
Leapt into the future, he will live alone
He will live alone
It fills his head, not his bed
Days like these won't bring you home
Wide and pale, high and frail
Days like these won't bring you home
She dreamt she had wings and a stallion
But travelled the world in a boat
While boarding a ship from Southampton
Still grasping the letter he wrote
Her feelings were returned, her stomach feels the burn
She leaps into the future, she will be alone
For a while she sleeps alone
Find a trail, be less frail
Days like these will take you home
Climbed and scaled, tried and failed
Itʼs not just dreams that bring you home
All the helping hands opened up the lands
Prosper and bewilder for the moment, building homes
And still they slept alone
The key was in the lock, the lock was on the door
The door sat in itʼs doorframe, the frame set in the floor
Open up the door
The floor explains the room, covered by the walls
Which rise up to a ceiling and then another floor
Beneath more waiting doors
Other lives will come, as other lives have gone
We gathered in our kitchens, all have found their home
You too will find your home