A Sort Of Homecoming

(альбом: The Unforgettable Fire - 1984)

And you know it's time to go
Through the sleet and driving snow
Across the fields of mourning
Lights in the distance
And you hunger for the time
Time to heal, desire time
And your earth moves beneath
Your own dream landscape

Oh, oh, oh
On borderland we run
I'll be there
I'll be there
Tonight, a high road
A high road out from here

The city walls are all gone down
The dust, a smokescreen all around
See faces ploughed like fields that once
Gave no resistance
And we live by the side of the road
On the side of a hill as the valley explode
Dislocated, suffocated
The land grows weary of its own

Oh, some away, oh come away, oh come
Oh come away, say I
Oh come away, oh come away, oh come
Oh come away, say I

Oh, oh, oh
On borderland we run
And still we run
We run and don't look back
I'll be there
I'll be there
Tonight
Tonight

I'll be there tonight
I believe
I'll be there, so high
I'll be there tonight
Tonight

Oh come away and say, you say, oh come
Oh come away, oh, you say

The wind will crack in wintertime
This bomb-blast lightning waltz
No spoken words
Just a scream, yeah

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Tonight we'll build a bridge
Across the sea and land
See the sky, the burning rain
She will die and live again
Tonight

And your heart beats so slow
Through the rain and falling snow
Across the fields of mourning
Lights in the distance
Ah, don't sorrow, no, don't weep
For tonight
At last
I am coming home
I am coming home