My homework for the week
is to choose how to speak
as turf turns under spade
my way home has not been paved,
has not been paved.
How do we fall when we're on the waves?
As the air flies on a broken page
High speed traveller
finds me upon the waves.
I can't find me I beg for it
Atoms abound, it's heavy love
hold up this road, it's heavy love
Atoms abound, it's heavy love
Atoms abound it's heavy.
High speed traveller
finds me upon the waves
I can't find me I beg for it.
It's a winter we can bear
let the storm put the fire out
It's a winter we can bear
You look lovely in my arms
as we drive away
it's a winter we can bear.
Way home, my way home has not been paved
[Thanks to ajgillhespy for correcting these lyrics]