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.