Selfcoming
Looking on the vast horizon
The one that dwells here within
I see the places and faces
Of everyone I have been
Time washed them all from my presence
Swept from the physical known
All of the places and faces
I can no longer call home
Chorus
The many lives that lay behind
The many loves that left my side
The ones I left to be alone
I found them
We're going home
How I long to breathe free with them
Collect their reality
Like an old cinema they can
Rest their memories here, in me
