Lyrics From the Ground Up - Sleeping At Last

One by one the knots we've tied will come undone*
Like picking locks, we'll sow our seeds beneath the sun.
Our accomplice is the rain, with patience, that of saints.

It grows and grows, our home sweet home.

It took me 27 years to wrap my head around this
To brush the ashes off of everything I love.
Where courage was contagious, confidence was key.

Right as rain and soft as snow,
It grows and grows and grows, our home sweet home.

We'll try to document this light, with cameras to our eyes,
In an effort to remember what being mended feels like.

We're home sweet home.