Home (String Quartet Version)

I’ll be the looker out the window

Seeing not what’s in front of me

You’ll be the reason for all my thoughts

Drifting back across the sea

I’ll be the empty in the morning

And you’ll be the echo down the street

Brilliant moments shared so briefly

Constantly distracting me

Going home but leaving another

Going home to tend to the southern stars at night

I’ll be lying on my back and thinking of your northern constellations

I’ll just be the damage to your routine

And you’ll be disruption in my day

I took myself from your arms too early

But it was you who embraced me much too late

Going home but leaving another

Going home to tend to the southern stars at night

I’ll be lying on my back and thinking of your northern constellations

I’ll be the shackle around your ankle

And you’ll be the bruise that never fades

And I will love you after leaving

Because there’s no forgetting after what you gave

There’s no forgetting after what you gave

There’s no forgetting after what you gave