Under the silence of water,
Into a sky full of birds
Out from the land of our fathers,
I am falling on your words,
Oh
Dark as the night of a preacher,
I made a bed out of hay
They paid me a handful of money,
I gave it all away
All away
And the righteous raised their stones
And the devil threw his arrow
That was longing for a home
With nowhere to go,
Oh, Theo
In the half-life of the city,
She took off all of her clothes
I flew from the height of the mountains
Into a valley of dry bones
All alone
Then my heart was still unknown
I was drunk and full of sorrows
I was longing for a home
With nowhere to go,
Oh, Theo
So, I set fires of starlight,
To burn up against the despair
I was caught in the tangles of midnight's
'Are you there?'
And the light of morning grows
On a field of fallen sparrows
I was longing for a home
With nowhere to go,
Oh, Theo