Almost Home (III)

Go

Breaking down was not an option

Never having been forgotten a show

Only a pro could've left beaten, crying

Something to drown in

Maybe mistakes

Brought us to this place and helped him

Maybe it's fate

And it was his time to end

Stay and count the days

We're almost home

Where do we go from here?

Now that we've torn wide open

Our broken bodies in the way

Where do we go from here?

With only two words spoken

These nights will never be the same

111 months, 111 flights

All part of the outcome of 111 nights

111 months, 111 flights

All part of the outcome of 111 nights

But time wasn't thrown away

Just thrown in a secret space

A space of 5 heads of gold

A space no one ever holds

No matter the fights or the laughs

No matter the good or the bad

A part of us dies in joy

Machines will move on and destroy

Still destroy, still destroy

Stay and count the days

Stay and count the days

We're almost home

Where do we go from here?

Now that we've torn wide open

Our broken bodies in the way

Where do we go from here?

With only two words spoken

These nights will never be the same

Where do we go from here?

Now that we've torn wide open

Our broken bodies in the way

Where do we go from here?

With only two words spoken

These nights will never be the same

Where do we go from here?

Now that we've torn wide open

Our broken bodies in the way

Where do we go from here?

With only two words spoken

These nights will never be the same