| Yesterday I saw the sun go down | |
| And feast his rest | |
| Without light I saw his touch the ground | |
| And sleep at last | |
| Together now we take this alone, | |
| Never ever really leaving home | |
| The speed we go amazes me, | |
| Still slow the silent land | |
| The distances we go to | |
| Still spin circles in the end | |
| Together now we take this alone, | |
| Never ever really leaving home | |
| It seems this hurt will never heal | |
| Blessed and cursed the time we steal | |
| Reason seems to hide deep inside of me | |
| Questions never far behind, | |
| Plague my mind | |
| They say you hear, just don't reply | |
| They grasp at straws and so do I | |
| It seems this hurt will never heal | |
| Blessed and cursed the time we steal | |
| Reason seems to hide deep inside of me | |
| Questions never far behind, | |
| Plague my mind | |
| The speed we go amazes me, | |
| Still slow the silent land | |
| The distances we go to | |
| Still spin circles in the end | |
| Together now we take this trip alone, | |
| Never ever really leaving home |