A homecoming, well, can't you see the end Angels are coming, but where do they send us? To be alone is to be free for a time What's gone is gone I've forgotten to remember, sometimes more, and it seems we should; it's in our hearts. Homecoming, this is just beginning. Towers fall; that's a fact, and flowers fly in a crack to grow from here. Yeah, we know, to make a fire last forever is a hard task, but, still, we know to forget 'bout them flames is harder still.