Let me see where you belong
Ill take the pain in my side as a mother loves a son
Feeding me your curious meal
Ill be home when i know where you come from
Tenderly cuz its a plural case
All our saviours are gone
Im a wounded lovers son
where home, where home
Are you free in this curious place?
Are there any trees is there a river?
Or does the water stand alone?
Speak to me with your fallen believers on
Are there any seasons for the sinners?
