So long

You could call it home before
You can’t call it home now
There should be things that never break
There should be steady canes

In the river

There’s nothing else
But blurred memories
There's nothing else
But the smell of debris

I have the same dream every night
I am back there once again
In the same old house
By the same old sea
I knew how to play
I was allowed to smile
Both of you were standing there
And the lighting didn't hit us this time

You could call him dad before
You can’t call him dad now
There should be men who never leave
There should be unbeatable kings

In the land

There’s nothing else
But distant voices
There's nothing else
But dreams of peace