lyrics
Home, home, home.
Home, home, home.
Home, home, home.
Sidewalks, lampposts, stories carved in blackened stone.
Oh, the secrets that they hold.
My fingertips trace the contours of the cityscape,
I am far away and right at home.
Home, home, home.
Home, home, home.
Shuffles, heartbeats, stories locked away deep,
Behind the eyes of faces unknown.
My glances, gently, wander past the sentries.
I am far away and right at home.
Home, home, home.
Home, home, home.
Our shadows cast may vary, but all our shoulders carry…
Our shadows cast may vary, but all our shoulders carry…
Our shadows cast may vary, but all our shoulders carry wounds, and joys, memories.
Wounds, and joys, memories.
Our shadows cast may vary, but all our shoulders carry wounds, and joys, memories.
Wounds, and joys, memories.
Our shadows cast may vary, but all our shoulders carry wounds, and joys, memories.
Wounds, and joys, memories.
credits
from
A Hundred Lives,
released September 26, 2017
Music and lyrics by Lisa Anderson.
license
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