Belrose

Walk back with me
And I'll show you everything
So hold my hand
I'll lead the way
To where I'd rather be

Faces, places
The mulberry tree
So far away
These memories call to me

The cemetery
And power lines
Suburban streets
Childhood confined

The salty air
An old brick house
The haze of light
Shines through the glass

So I step on
My head turned back
Drawn by a song
Into the past

Every road
Leads me home
So take me back
Back to Belrose