Comin' Home Songtext
von Fjords

Someday you′ll ask me to dry
All the rivers I roamed on rafts
And I'll say
Without them
There would be no oceans

Someone will ask me why
There are no keys or credit cards
In my pockets
And I will say: it is easier to fly

Feel no fetters like a free bird
Breezy wind in my wings
Everything that can fit in my palms can satisfy
But now having no coordinates

I′m coming home
Blow in fanfare, rattle timpani
Meet me, my home
My thoughts sound like a symphony


Time to surrender this bout
Bonfires will be blown out
All I'm afraid to blot out
In my diary will be blown away

No one can ferret out
How many times I lost my route
But you know
Exactly there
That the sky is more starry

There was an old roundabout
That creek was the same
As in my childhood's backyard
Аnd I wanted to stay on that hobby forever

Feel no fetters like a free bird
Breezy wind in my wings
Everything that can fit in my palms can satisfy
But now having no coordinates

I′m coming home
So worn-out like a tired pony
Мy feet are in foam
But still alive and standing


New rules, new inner frontiers
But no worries no fear
Is it a heaven in the last pier
Or is it just another halt?