Almost Home (III)
Go
Breaking down was not an option
Never having been forgotten a show
Only a pro could've left beaten, crying
Something to drown in
Maybe mistakes
Brought us to this place and helped him
Maybe it's fate
And it was his time to end
Stay and count the days
We're almost home
Where do we go from here?
Now that we've torn wide open
Our broken bodies in the way
Where do we go from here?
With only two words spoken
These nights will never be the same
111 months, 111 flights
All part of the outcome of 111 nights
111 months, 111 flights
All part of the outcome of 111 nights
But time wasn't thrown away
Just thrown in a secret space
A space of 5 heads of gold
A space no one ever holds
No matter the fights or the laughs
No matter the good or the bad
A part of us dies in joy
Machines will move on and destroy
Still destroy, still destroy
Stay and count the days
Stay and count the days
We're almost home
Where do we go from here?
Now that we've torn wide open
Our broken bodies in the way
Where do we go from here?
With only two words spoken
These nights will never be the same
Where do we go from here?
Now that we've torn wide open
Our broken bodies in the way
Where do we go from here?
With only two words spoken
These nights will never be the same
Where do we go from here?
Now that we've torn wide open
Our broken bodies in the way
Where do we go from here?
With only two words spoken
These nights will never be the same