Summer Breeze And Maps Of Tahiti

In a dream, I saw a chalk outline of a devastated town and it was a sorry site for the passers by, but I guess its exactly how it should be, because I never really liked it, no I never really liked it. Falling bombs were a favor from above; perhaps we can rebuild something healthier.

I'll set sail when the sun dies, when there's nothing left to keep me warm inside.

I don't want to die, rooted to the ground; the roots go so deep, they're looking for water. Have you ever felt homesick for somewhere you don't know? Well that won't go away, no that won't go away.

I'll set sail when the sun dies, when there's nothing left to keep me warm inside.

I'll steal cheap souvenirs and conversation pieces, anything to remind me that this was never home. This was never home.

I'll set sail when the sun dies, when there's nothing left to keep me warm inside.

Written by Vincent White - The Cardiac Solution