I'm coming home with a stone, strapped onto my back
I'm coming home with a burning hope turning all my blues to black.
I'm looking for a sacred hand to carve into this stone.
A ghost of comfort, Angel's Breath - to keep this life inside my chest.
This world falls on me with hopes of immortality
Everywhere I turn all the beauty just keeps shaking me.

I woke up in the middle o f a dream, scared the world was too much for me.
Sejarez said, "Don't leg go, just plant the seeds and watch them grow."
I've slept in rainy cayon lands, cold drenched to my skin.
I always wake to fin a face to calm these troubled lands.
This world falls on me with hopes of immortality
Everywhere I turn all the beauty just keeps shaking me.

Running - End - Earth - Swimming - Edge - Sea - Laughing - Under - Starry Sky
This world was meant for me.
Don't bury me, carry me.
I wish I was a nomad, an Indian, or a saint.
The edge of death would disappear, leave me nothing to taint.
I wish I was a nomad, an Indian, or a saint.
Give me walking shoes, feathered arms, and a key to heaven's gate.
This world falls on me with hopes of immortality
Everywhere I turn all the beauty just keeps shaking me.

Writer : RAY, AMY ELIZABETH
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing