Letras de The Home

Do you ever listen for the sounds that your hands make?
Did you know that we could make sounds?

I don′t know what the palace knows
But I don't run with sheep
The shepherd can′t herd me
My feet ever slow
The age it takes me
I slip back to the mountains where nobody knows me
I will make my home here
I will make my home here
I will make my home here

Grow a field with plenty to hold me
And try to keep us warm from the cold that numbs me
My feet ever slow
The age it takes me
I slip back to the mountains where nobody knows me
I will make my home here
I will make my home here
I will make my home here

Do you ever listen for the sounds that your hands make?
Did you know that we could make sounds?

I don't know what the palace knows
But I don't run with sheep
The shepherd can′t herd me
My feet ever slow
The age it takes me
I slip back to the mountains where nobody knows me
I will make my home here
I will make my home here
I will make my home here

I will make my home here
I will make my home here
I will make my home here

I will make my home here

I know that I was fine before
(Fine before, fine before)
I know that I was fine before
(Fine before, fine before)
I know I was fine before
(Fine before, fine before)

I know I was fine before
(Fine before, fine before)

I know I was fine before
(Fine before, fine before)

I know I was fine before
(Fine before, fine before)