Those unfamiliar feelings of a place called home, You know not where it is but it's where you have to go, Those unfamiliar feelings of a place called home, You know not where it is but it's where you have to go, We walk on endless roads for what seems like days, Tormented by the fractures of the past, Forget all you know, forget all you know What is it to feel, what is it to feel?
And when you've found that hell, paralysed can't feel, was I ever real?