A Sort of Homecoming

I believe
I'll be there somehow
Through the rain and fallen snow
For tonight at last
I'll be there tonight
The city walls are all torn down

See the sky, the burning rain
As the valley explode
Across the fields of mourning
Oh coma way o say, say o coma
Lights in the distance
No spoken words, just a scream
Across the sea and land
Lights in the distance
I'll be there tonight, tonight
We run and don't look back
I am coming home

Oh coma way, o coma way, o coma, o coma way say I
The land grows weary of it's own
Time to heal, desire time
See faces ploughed like fields that once

And still we run
A high road
Oh don't sorrow, no, don't weep

And we live by the side of the road
I'll be there
And you hunger for the time
I'll be there tonight
A high road out from here
Across the fields of mourning

I'll be there tonight, tonight
And your earth moves beneath
Oh coma way, o coma way, o coma, o coma way say I

Tonight we'll build a bridge
Your own dream landscape

This bomb-blast lightning waltz
Aey, ohh
O coma way o say I
On the side of a hill
And your heart beats so slow
Gave no resistance

I'll be there
The dust, a smoke screen all around
Oh, oh, oh
The wind will crack in winter time

On borderland we run
On borderland we run
She will die and live again tonight
Oh, oh, oh
Dislocated, suffocated