Tundra

A house of gold
With windows all
Black as night
Black as night

A sight of home
Illusive walls
Wears me out

The bare, ringing bells grinds the day
Leaving meaning at the door
I heard the voice of a nightingale
Calling us all back home
And as a thousand heights fall down
Beside the withering road
I heard the voice of a nightingale
Calling us all back home

Bare, ringing bells as you walk away
As you walk away
I heard the voice of a nightingale
Voice of a nightingale
Bare, ringing bells as you walk away
As you walk away
I heard the voice of a nightingale
Voice of a nightingalе