Songtexte:
Sun The Lost At Home

Who am I when I am not with you? Is it somewhere half away form here I've run in circles Ever since I almost feel from my stance I'm lost at home Better

away and after all Out of the balance someone heard somebody call It became known then that the meaning had been lost what can we do? So at that moment

man listens to the voice he hears In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors Lookin' into the lost forgotten years For dignity Met Prince Phillip at the home

come to roam?" "It's not a house," said Judas Priest, "It's not a house . . . it's a home." Well, Frankie Lee, he trembled, He soon lost all control

of the fun On a carousel, so around I spun With no direction, just tryna get some Tryna chase skirts, living in the summer sun And so I lost more than

of stray bullets he made his way To the warmth of her arms at the end of each day Come the Fall, the rain flooded these homes In Ezekiel's valley of

them next to the faith that he'd lost in himself Said his good-byes and when the dirty work was done He turned his wheels into the fading sun For seven

my little cat. But unconsciously yearning, and wonderin' where you're at. But when the meadow is shadowed by that old sinking sun; And the roses are bowing for the dew drops to come; At

An empty shell I've lost the way to the sanctity I need I'll greet the dawn that brings no life, no frail beams of sun to cleanse the black night My mournful