Slow Motion - Funeral Suits

At the edge of the world, I watch over you

Wind rushing out of my arms

When the night takes a hold, you start to unfold

Crushing the light out of dust

We were lost on the stones, lost on the stones, lost on the stones in the storm

I’m not coming home, not coming home, not coming home, that feels wrong

In my dreams I see your face

But you ask for unconditional faith

I ask can I stand, but you tell me to kneel

When I’m lost in confusion, just how should I feel?

Under the sea, we’re walking beneath

We’re writing out lives in the sand

From the moment I woke and opened my eyes, I knew it was out of my hands

We were fated to roam, fated to roam, fated to roam far beyond

Now when I come home, when I come home, when I come home I’ll be strong

In my dreams I see your face

But you ask for unconditional faith

I ask can I stand, but you tell me to kneel

When I’m lost in confusion just how should I feel?

Does it keep you awake?

When the sun hit your eyes

You’re finding it hard to remember

The feelings we buried inside

Are you finding it hard to remember?

We’re coming home

We’re coming home

We’re coming home

We’re coming home

In my dreams I see your face

But you ask for unconditional faith

I ask can I stand, but you tell me to kneel

When I’m lost in confusion just how should I feel?