Home is not a place where you drink to your family in the grave
Home is the heart of your memory, leaving you behind
Home is out there, when it is not near, so quiet
The apathy of loving is not enough
Someday I will sing in front of millions
Home is not a place where you drink to your family in the grave
Home is the heart of your memory, leaving you behind
Home is out there, when it is not near, so quiet
The apathy of loving is not enough
Someday I will sing in front of millions