Come home, come home
The unborn will pass through every storm
Come home, away from harm
I hear you crying for somebody's arms
The unborn will pass through every storm
Come home, it will be alright
And the times they had last spring
Tears, those tears and thorns
Come home, come home
A different place but the same four walls
Tears, those tears and thorns
I see you swimming in the blackest sea
Come home through the hurricane
Above the fireplace, upon the shelf
All alone in the wild untamed
In the book where I find myself
While the sad silent son, he sings for the kings
Well, I'll be waiting when the cuckoo calls
Was it you who turned the page last night?
With the magnets and the mysteries
A fading face in the picture frame
While the sad silent son, he sings for the kings
Come home, come home
The violent winds and the sharp chicanes
And the times they had last spring
