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