I'm tired of hatred
Everywhere I look love is dying
The wind moves through the trees and the cars pass by, and the only thing
The only thing that I can hear is the sound of your heartbeat withering, my love, and dying
Every man and woman, every girl and every boy
Slipping and falling, ...alone.
Sometimes I lift my eyes up to the stars
And my heart longs to reach out and lay hold of their light
To capture it in my hands, to press my entire being into heaven's glory
To finally come home, my love
If we could finally come home