I don't want to leave here 

I don't want to stay 

It feels like pinching to me 

Either way 

And the places I long for the most 

Are the places where I've been 

They are calling out to me 

Like a long lost friend 



It's not about losing faith 

It's not about trust 

It's all about comfortable 

When you move so much 

And the place I was wasn't perfect 

But I had found a way to live 

And it wasn't milk or honey 

But then neither is this 



I've been painting pictures of Egypt,

I've been leaving out what it lacks

The futre feels so hard,

And I wanna go back!

But the places that used to fit me,

Cannot hold the things I've learned

Those roads were closed off to me

While my back was turned!



The past is so tangible 

I know it by heart 

Familiar things are never easy 

To discard 

I was dying for some freedom 

But now I hesitate to go 

I am caught between the Promise 

And the things I know 



I've been painting pictures of Egypt,

I've been leaving out what it lacks

The futre feels so hard,

And I wanna go back!

But the places that used to fit me,

Cannot hold the things I've learned

Those roads were closed off to me

While my back was turned!



If it comes to quick 

I may not appreciate it 

Is that the reason behind all this time and sand? 

And if it comes to quick 

I may not recognise it 

Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?