home from wysiwyg by Richard F. Jackson (fka JacksorJacksor)

Stones, easy to throw, better yet just leave them alone
Dark nights in the park, burning tyres lighting a spark

My goodness me is this the right idea
A complicated case, a kind of fear
Another river through the rushes
I can’t say for sure

Time, slipping behind, days that flow away like a wine
How, easy to know, direction that the fire will grow

My goodness me is this the right idea
Another complicated case of fear
Another river through the rushes
I can’t say for sure

But I know | That to me you’re home

The freshest breath of sky | When the sun sets in your eyeline | Oh yeah

I can’t say for certain what I know | All I know is what I call my home

Stones, easy to throw, better yet just leave them alone
Dark nights in the park, burning tyres lighting a spark

My goodness me is this the right idea
A complicated case, a kind of fear
Another river through the rushes
I can’t say for sure

But I know | That to me you’re home

The freshest breath of sky | When the sun sets in your eyeline
The sweetest drop of dew | When the roses are in bloom
The freshest breath of sky | When the sun sets in your eyeline | Oh yeah

I can’t say for certain what I know | All I know is what I call my home

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