I get to be myself
And you get to be yours
I need to love this world before I give into another world

Don't be too hard on this word
For mine is as good as yours
Rain on your house from a dark cloud
And hide indoors

All is alive then all is murdered
by the eyes folding overture
My land and my sigh in the orchards
The home I will someday find
That will breathe in my life