Oh, sweet sorrow
Let's write the book tomorrow.

For I caught a glimpse
Been obsessed with it ever since.

My eyes no longer weep amongst the clarity that you pronuonce in me.

Won, you have won
My illumination has begun.

I am happily indifferent to the ones who have consistantly been wrong
And all that once confined us like minutiae at its finest now is gone.

--- Instrumental ---

Oh, sweet sorrow
Let's write the book tomorrow.

My eyes no longer weep amongst the clarity that you pronuonce in me
I am happily indifferent to the ones who have consistantly been wrong
And all that once confined us like minutiae at its finest now is gone.

And all that that lies before me like the asphalt lures me forward towards home.
Home.
Coming home, comin' home, comin' home...