Vogelnest - Molly

He was a child partly lost

Within his urge to go far

Within his dreams and his hopes and his sins and her heart

And he was a child completely

Lost within breathtakingly

Pretty subjects caught in nets kept like pets in his heart

But now this old child’s on his way

To fall out his nest any day

But his urges run blind with his duties in sight and he moans

Take me home

Mother take me home were I belong

To when and all I ever have held on

Take me home

Take me home

Take me home

Home were I belong