It starts with a mirage of playing with the friends you've knownnLike fuel in a silage we're waiting for a spark to fallnbut I failed to light abeyant and languid, and I lay at nightnwith idle hands waitingnnCome back to the place that you always knewnWas there waiting arms open wide for younI'm coming home to younThis time I'll follow throughnnMove forward to the now, conflagrant with nod of praisenCause you showed me how to break from the barrennand I love you now more than you can apprehend