Coming Home - Golden Apes

My shapeless memory, I’m cold and tired

Let me feel I’m down here for coming home

All stormy decades raging now quietly

So I beg that it’s time now for coming home

Because…

I am the light and I am the dark

And I am the space between this

And I am the ghost, that is coming home

My days of blindness, keep all your vicitims

I can see in the grey ways for coming

My sparkling mistakes, my ark must leave now

I can read in the skies that I’m coming home

Because…

I am a king and I am fool

And I am the names between this

And I am a ghost, that is coming home…