i'm coming home with a stone
strapped onto my back
i'm coming home with a burning hope
turning all my blues to black
i'm looking for a sacred hand
to carve into my stone
a ghost of comfort
angels breath
to keep this life inside my chest
this world falls
i'm coming home with a stone
strapped onto my back
i'm coming home with a burning hope
turning all my blues to black
i'm looking for a sacred hand
to carve into my stone
a ghost of comfort
angels breath
to keep this life inside my chest
this world falls