Twilight Home Songtext
von Justin Sullivan

Now the thick warm cream light fades
Down into the mist from the sea
Three surfers, tiny black specks out across
At in the great waves
Lanterns of the little town
Over on the hill
Twilight sweet home coming

It′s all the same

These things we will hold in our hearts
Like a promise in the salt of our blood
Until we come home
Until we come home


And always the breathing
Of the breaking surf
Drifts through the curtains
And through our dreaming

These things we will hold to ourselves
Like a promise in the salt of our blood
Until we come home
Until we come home
Until we come home

It's all the same

These things we will hold in our hearts
Like a promise in the salt of our blood
Until we come home