at the edge of the world i watch over you wind rushing out of my arms when the night takes a hold you start to unfold crushing the light out of dust we were lost on the stones lost on the stones lost on the stones in the storm i m not coming home not coming home not coming home that feels wrong in my dreams i see your face but you ask for unconditional faith i ask can i stand but you tell me to kneel when i m lost in confusion just how should i feel under the sea we re walking beneath we re writing out lives in the sand from the moment i woke and opened my eyes i knew it was out of my hands we were fated to roam fated to roam fated to roam far beyond now when i come home when i come home when i come home i ll be strong in my dreams i see your face but you ask for unconditional faith i ask can i stand but you tell me to kneel when i m lost in confusion just how should i feel does it keep you awake when the sun hit your eyes you re finding it hard to remember the feelings we buried inside are you finding it hard to remember we re coming home we re coming home we re coming home we re coming home in my dreams i see your face but you ask for unconditional faith i ask can i stand but you tell me to kneel when i m lost in confusion just how should i feel 