I've known this place for years, but it keeps changing by the day Sell all of the meaning that these streets would display What lay here before now washed away in the gale
When I was a boy, before it began I knew this place like the back of my hand
ooh, ooh ooh, ooh
The hands change all the time and prove much harder to read Weathered skin all creased with broken bones underneath But memories forgotten, they'll stay forever with me
When I was a boy, before it began Before all of the flowers were ripped from the ground And up all the way to the assembly house I knew this place like the back of my hand
ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh
And home, sweetest of homes My lonely island, where did you go? And home, sweetest of homes My lonely island, where did you go?
