I'm back home from the strangest night where people would shout and some would cry. I guess there's something else that I'd rather see. And now I want you to leave...

...your home for mine, your home for mine.

Because then we'll turn these whispers into speak. And we'll turn this river into a sea. And we'll turn these minutes into weeks. But first, you just have to leave...

...your home for mine, your home for mine.

But I can't tell if home is where I'll stay. So let's just meet up in mid-air. Then let's stay there and never come back down. Let's stay there and never come back down.