For a long while he could not see
Wandering around wondering what to be
Life was simpler than he had to be
Reality is merely what we perceive
So won't you please wake him
Won't you please wake him
Home
For a long while he could not breathe
Shielded from his friends and open to his enemies
Time drunk into me
Black hands, black hands
Time turned over
Black dress, black sound
'Cause we've seen so many places so many times
So many chances, so many crimes
The wound is where the heart may roam
So can he find his way back
Can he find his way back
Home
For a long while he could not feel
Before a gang and fought for a deal
We fucked up
We living and learning
But we couldn't see that he was dying and burning
'Cause we've seen so many places so many times
So many chances, so many crimes
The wound is where the heart may roam
So can he find his way back
His way back
Can he find his way back
Can he find his way back
Home
Oh, how I wish he was here
As in a sense of ever
But somehow things so certainly
The world he seemed to sever
And friends they leave
And friends they leave you
And friends they leave
And friends they leave you
Away, Away
Away, Away