Siamese, you won't believe the breeze
Could belong to you
Overseas, the faded blues and greens
That were a part of you
So should we appease
The land and the trees
The clouds and the stars
The way that they are?
Out of reach, your favorite city dreams
In violent neon scenes
Fragrant leaves that peace, that summer sleep
We almost realized
That if we appease the land and the trees
The clouds and the stars
We'd stay where we are
All the places you'll go
You'll never be alone
Always be your home
Always be your home
