When the thorn bush turns white thats when I’ll come home,
I am going out to see what i can sow,
And i don’t know where I’ll go,
But i don’t know what I’ll see,
But I’ll try not to bring it back home with me.
Like the morning sun your eyes will follow me,
As you watch me on the crossing paths agree.
‘Cos all i want is here right now,
But its already been and gone,
Our attentions always last that bit too long.
Ooh ooh,
Far far away, no voices sounding, no one around me, and you’re still there.
Far far away,no choices passing, no time confounds me, and you’re still there.
In the Full moon’s light i listen to the sea,
And in between the silence, hear you calling me,
But i don’t know where i am,
And i don’t trust who I fear,
But If i dont wanna, will i hear them leave?
Ooh, ooh