Текст песни So Close To Home - Dan Bull

(In a space so great, we're so close to home)
(But we may as well be in another galaxy, we're so alone)
(But from tiny acorns, you can grow an oak)
(And if we don't go big, then we won't go home)

Well, since I woke up
Things have become a little different
Look close up
Feel so blooming insignificant
I never really sat and took a minute just to think
How miniscule I feel amid this funny world I'm stuck within

I'm merely miniature, diminutive and Lilliputian
No idea or hint or clue what's written for me in my future
Look what I've been reduced to, still unsure if I would stop it
Even if I could choose to, I've got used to being microscopic

Whether right or not, it might be what I'm choosing to do
Nature may be brutal, true, but it's beautiful, too
It's up to you to decide just what you do with your life
Might not be human in size, but you are human inside

You view the dandelions hanging high, blanketed in languid light
No language quite can describe such an astounding sight
At every size imaginable, you're still bound to find
Countless grand designs of magnitude, right down from ground to sky

In a space so great, we're so close to home
But we may as well be in another galaxy, we're so alone
But from tiny acorns, you can grow an oak
And if we don't go big, then we won't go home

We're so close to home
But we may as well be in another galaxy, we're so alone
But from tiny acorns, you can grow an oak
And if we don't go big, then we won't go home

No entomologist has known intimate knowledge like this
I've been to forests that could fit entirely into your fist
Spent time with tiny, tiny communities
That are far more organised, cohesive and complete than human beings

Beneath your boots unseen, groups are busy doing things
Teeming teams of teeny troops, you'd really refuse to believe
Moving through the leaves, subtle, slow, under your nose
The wonderful hustle and bustle rustling the undergrowth

To find it feels like shovel uncovered sunken bone
Or realising we're no more than grubs to hungry crows
Water is short, there surely won't be sudden abundant flows
Only dewdrops in thunderous blows that come to flood your comfort zone

You've never understood or known of real hunger
'Til you discover a mushroom and chew it, not sure if it'll kill you
Once you've consumed all your food, what do you think you're going to do?
Nature may be beautiful, true, but its brutal, too

In a space so great, we're so close to home
But we may as well be in another galaxy, we're so alone
But from tiny acorns, you can grow an oak
And if we don't go big, then we won't go home

We're so close to home
But we may as well be in another galaxy, we're so alone
But from tiny acorns, you can grow an oak
And if we don't go big, then we won't go home

Plump dewdrops cling to the tall grass
Might as well be tree tops, seems so vast
Sun breathes through the leaves, inks shadows in the dust
That'll swell and bring the dusk in, shelter is a must
Because travelling is tough with the Moon as your guide
Dappled, ashen, I'll entrust it to you to decide
Whether you run and hide or fight through the night
Might not be human in size, but you're human inside

Summer's holding on tight, surely won't last long
When it's coming like pride, it'll forecast fall
It's just more tall grass, it'll all pass, sure
But'll be back and reborn, I mean that: a new dawn

In a space so great, we're so close to home
But we may as well be in another galaxy, we're so alone
But from tiny acorns, you can grow an oak
And if we don't go big, then we won't go home

We're so close to home
But we may as well be in another galaxy, we're so alone
But from tiny acorns, you can grow an oak
And if we don't go big, then we won't go home