Under the skin
Over the moon
A vintage guitar
Chaucer and you
We're travelling light
Just one for the road
Let's begin
It starts in the west
And turns to the south
Tight in the chest
And dry in the mouth
A trail of crumbs
A shedding of skin
Let it out
Breathe it in
Returning Home
I dreamt that we were brothers
You couldn't fly and I couldn't sing
So we combed through flora and fauna
Till I found my voice and you found the wind
Out of my skin
Under the moon
The air here is thin
But god, what a view
I'm scared to death
And so alive
Breathe it out
Let it in
Returning Home