Adamey - Banff

All I can feel is energy

Enraged in this apathy

And deranged with grief

And all I can feel is dead belief

Cause every time I go

I’m fumbling

I’ve lost it

Boy it’s lost completely

I’ve lost control of the things I once missed

And everywhere I go

I hear the breeze, I hear the trees

Yet everywhere I go

I fear release

I’ve lost control of the things I can’t control

And I’m losing sight of the things that I once loved

So I’m coming home

Back home to a place where the shackles free

I’m coming home

Late at night I’ve found my feet

Voices are calling out to me

I stumbled then I walked upright it’s been part of this

Call of spirit, a call within

Unreeling from the wash

The ‘adamey'

You can’t control the things you can’t control

So I’m coming home

Back home to a place where the shackles free

I’m coming home

Late at night I’ve found my feet

I’m coming home

So ignorance can turn its me back at me

I’m coming home

Late at night I found my feet

Was lost, but endured then it all turned around

Was lost, but endured then it all turned around