Sense of home is all of this and more
Voice of love flies just beyond the door
Contemplating, I no longer change
Built my hope according to the day
Beautiful boys and girls
Beautiful broken world
Beautiful boys and girls
God if I pray, so long so loud
It's that most days you don't make a sound
Sense of home was lost along the way
Naked bodies buried in my veins
Nations rise and buckle in the weight
Homesick for the words I couldn't place
Beautiful boys and girls
Beautiful broken world
Beautiful boys and girls
God if I pray, so long so hard
It's that most days you don't make a sound
When you find me at the well
Will you comfort me until
Will you recognize my face
And replace, change
Beautiful boys and girls
Beautiful broken world
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