Pahomina

We glide through memories
As we make another right in front
We turn the pages
As chapters skip in by a blink

When the sun burns too bright
No kiss to skin but rather bite
We'll always find a way to fall back home

I've found oasis
In the desert
Of icy sand
I land from flying
To witness
As others turn to stone

When the sun burns too bright
No kiss to skin but rather bite
As all the cars are rushing by
And no signs to turn to right
We'll always find a way to fall
We'll always find a way to fall back home

With all of the variables of winding roads
I'd say I would love to finally come back to you
My home
With all of the variables of winding roads
I'd say I would love to finally come back to you
My home
With all of the variables of winding roads
I'd say I would love to finally come back to you
My home
With all of the variables of winding roads
I'd say I would love to finally come back to you
My home
My home