One by one the knots we've tied will come undone
Like picking locks, we'll sow our seeds beneath the sun
Our accomplice is the rain, with patience
That of saints

It grows and grows, our home sweet home

It took me 27 years to wrap my head around this
To brush the ashes off of everything I love
Where courage was contagious, confidence was key
Right as rain and soft as snow
It grows and grows and grows, our home sweet home

We'll try to document this light, with
Cameras to our eyes
In an effort to remember
What being mended feels like

We're home sweet home