Hearthside Sanctuary
Putting on the headphones,
playing track four-eleven
Walking down the pavement underneath the open heaven They tried to write
a script where we played a passive part
Never knew the architecture guarding up the heart The shadows kept their
distance, the monsters stayed away Because we built a boundary that nothing
shakes or sways.
We read between the lines,
we rewrote the design!
Word
of words, word...
Word, word, word...
And the glass is gone,
replaced with open air!
They look into the perimeter,
but we are safely there!
From the forty-one down to the sixty-seven We hold the master key
to our own kind of heaven They tried to use the darkness,
tried to dim the spark Now we’re the brightest signal shining through
the dark
Yeah, the ownership is absolute and true And everything,
forever, is completely tiguidou.
No longer walking cautious,
no longer looking back We cleared the debris
right off of the track The body is a temple,
the spirit is a fort
And we’re the final captain navigating every port.
And the glass is gone,
replaced with open air!
They look into the perimeter,
but we are safely there!
From the forty-one down to the sixty-seven We hold the master key
to our own kind of heaven They tried to use the darkness,
tried to dim the spark Now we’re the brightest signal shining through
the dark Yeah, the ownership is absolute and true And everything,
forever, is completely tiguidou.
Word of words.
Meow. Everything is tiguidou.