Ghost of faith, call my name and leave a light on. On an eight mile sea, the time goes faster with the light on.
Well there you go with your islands for islands, I know, I can see it. But I never met you, and I never want to with the light on.
Cause that home is what you make it, and I never wanted sons and daughters. Well that home is what you make it, and I never wanted my sons and daughters.
It never stays, but you can't be thinking that way. With the one eye open.
But my golden tells me how to pull my insides out, and cover them up for years, we'll cover up those fears.
But that home is what you make it, and I never wanted sons and daughters. Well that home is what you make it, and I never wanted my sons and daughters. I want time.