Getting lost
Like the father you never had
Amongst the trees
Into a crowd of absentees
In the darkest night
The silent night
Where peace can breathe
The furthest you go
Where nobody can reach
Chasing shadows of the past
Living a life that never lasts
When the morning comes
You will find the light
The missing melody of a song
Thinking nothing could go wrong
When the morning comes
You will find the light
I am coming home
Coming back home
Coming home
Moments recalled
Memories lost
Dreams are forgotten
All in the past
I am coming home
Coming back home
I am coming home