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Home is a place where the leaves paint my face
Home is a house on a hill wrapped in flames

The knife which kissed the oak tree with my name
Lay me down to rest there when my day
My day comes

Lay me down
In those ferns
Let the heat
Slowly burn
My skin red
Red paint me red
As the Sun
Holds the sky
To his chest
As it lingers
On its painful
Goodbye
Goodbye

If there is a place for me
I'd have found it
If there is a place for me
I'd have found it

A bed of tulips and mud and the death of the world
Be my cradle, be my crucible I'll hide from your words
Down by the stream bank, the water, it's, oh, so clear
If I drown now, I drown in nature's sweet tears
To the forest, lose me to the trees
At least there, there's only flowers to see
How naked I am when I'm truly alone
There in the mud, there's a place I can make me a home

A home
A home