we cant keep ourselves still
our minds are so far away, from here.
as we dig our toes in the sand, and our bodies touch the cold sea.
see, thats when we say 'this is our home',
so take those family portraits off the walls.
cause thats not who we are.
we know there aint no [bad word] forth to carry us home.

together, we will walk these roads,
to [bad word] with your streets of gold.
they're no longer real to me