And I've paid the price of solitude with wish to worry while you're away,
With all grace to allow my hand the travel & worth here across your face.
I love you more than you could know,
In those eyes you hide it well, I think you do.
As I turn the wheels that round the ground across the Never, here against the grave,
Now I've lost the only thing that matters to me life, is this the dream?
Here I go, I'm on my way home now to you,
And it hurts to hear you feel.