Most of my days, my nights
I spend alone;
whispering prayers under the quivering lights
Thousands of miles, oh solemn miles
Far away from the place I was born
You wake me, in the early hours
Twinkles in your eyes
Smile on your face
When you hold me
You take me back home
You take me back to my childhood home, where love resides
Where everything exists now only in my mind
Most of my days, of my nights
I spend like a child. Who's afraid of ghosts in my mind!
I know, there is nothing out there
I'm still afraid to turn on the lights
Although now
Most of my days I spend alone in my mind
A thousand miles from the place I was born
When you hold me
You take me back home
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