we cant keep ourselves stillnnour minds are so far away, from here.nnas we dig our toes in the sand, and our bodies touch the cold sea.nnsee, thats when we say 'this is our home',nnso take those family portraits off the walls.nncause thats not who we are.nnwe know there aint no one coming forth to carry us home.nnnntogether, we will walk these roads,nnto hell with your streets of gold.nnthey're no longer real to me