The Going Price For Home

And I've paid the price of solitude with wish to worry while you're away.

With all grace to allow my hand to 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 my life. Is now the dream?

I love you more than you could know, in those eyes you hide it well. I think you do.

Here I go, I'm on my home now to you.

And it hurts to hear you feel.