Her Tale Was Cut in Two

Time goes by
No choice to build a nest
In time

Time goes by
Not a sign of home
In our eyes

Migrations like a song
No pattern
But a rhythm for so long
For so long

Humming..

Like a beating heart
And you'll know you're home
When you have no key
To call you're own

Humming...

A temporary home
Is what I find
And that will have to be
Just fine

Just fine

He swept me off my feet
And showed me a land
Where the trees are red and gold
And the cliffs hold you're hand
Where the cliffs hold you're hand

Like a bird song
My life has been
And we could only win
We could only win

We could only win

This home I've found
Will never be sold
It lies within

For a hundred years
For a hundred years
For a hundred years