Paroles
Stay in tune, we're immune
To all their throwing stones
Grab me by the neck and
Limp and ready for home
On the way, warning say
Trespassers are shot
And turn your heart, change your course
Your thoughts without a plot
Lord, we travel so
Through land unknown
And we fail in our home
With each step, light and draft
From windows of the home
And we feel gravity
Since you're on our toes
Before we reach our door
