The Going Price for Home

And I've paid the price of solitude with wish to worry while you're away. With all grace to allow my hand to travel & worth here across your face. I love you more than you could know, in those eyes you hide it well. I think you do. As I turn the wheels that round the ground across the Never, here against the Grave. Now I've lost the only thing that matters to my life. Is now the dream? I love you more than you could know, in those eyes you hide it well. I think you do. Here I go, I'm on my home now to you. And it hurts to hear you feel.