Blinding White

The smell of rain soaked earth
The colours racing by
Dead flowers in the sky

Somewhere between the lights above
and the lights below
The only I place I know I can be...

After years of blinding white
it still falls like sand
through these crippled hands

So we'll stay until we can't hold on
Until all our words fail
Until our bitter end...

I'm coming home
through the mountains I can't move
I'm coming home
through the blinding white to you
I'm coming home
through the mountains I can't move
I'm coming home
through the blinding white to you
I'm coming home
through the blinding white to you
I'm coming home
through the blinding white to you
I'm coming home
I'm coming home...