Text: Almond Tree. Make It Good. Maids O' The Fen.

Did you fall off the boat and drown?
Are you finding your way around?
Are you crumbling like Rome?
Are you finally finding your way home?

Paint the trail with blood
And follow the breadcrumbs,
But the fair maids stole my heart
And you never knew how to stall.

Leave your eyes behind
Were we taken for a ride?
And memories are a silk quilt
Which wear how you once felt.

Feet just weigh you down there
And lungs they?ll make you flounder.
Were you a-stumble like Rome?
Will you finally find your way home?

And God fills the sky with rays
And it isn?t a mistake that you both have faith in the human race.
You?ll find a way.

Have we wandered into a dream?
An intertwined moonlit reverie.
There wanders a flickering fire
And it?s only a matter of time before we catch the light.

What was it on the way down?
How many faces could you count?
You may have fell like Rome
But you finally found your way home.

Find your way home.