where are you now?
please come home
where are you now?
please come home
the kitchen is sold
please come home
the garden is bare
the birds have all flown
I dream of machines
that take you from here
I dream of machines
that take you from here
I dream of the nights
you breathed on my ear
I'll cut off my head
to stop all these tears
the wheat fields are all on fire
and I made them burn
the wheat fields are all on fire
will I ever learn
here in my arms
is where you should be
here in my arms
is where you should be
here in my heart
is a vacancy
I curse to the wind
that took you from me