Back to Basom

Reaching out now and I touch your face

Please believe I'm only traveling

Like seeking wonder from a foreign place

It matters not from where I'm coming

And the snow so light is bleeding

We sleep so tight when we're breathing

Calm a little pint of soul creeping

Calm the light, let me fly, back to Basom

(Call is waiting, contemplate a thread already spun)

Calm the light, let me fly, back to Basom

(Should you carry what you are is cooked until it's done)

Left to locate the last trace of waste

I picked it up and it was smiling

Just like the dancer who has lost her leg

She laughs alone but then she's crying

And the snow so light is bleeding

We sleep so tight when we're breathing

Calm a little pint of soul creeping

Calm the light, let me fly, back to Basom

(Call is waiting, contemplate a thread already spun)

Calm the light, let me fly, back to Basom

(Should you carry what you are is cooked until it's done)