Home Home Home Home 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