Calling the Land - Midnight Choir

A roam, to roam and not stay

A home, a home far way

Don’t, don’t you delay

Phone, phone’s not a veil

A home, doomed in every way

A soul, carved out in clay

A face, face the death in the sand

A cold, calling the land

Alone, alone in the playground

A phone, a bomb in the room

Rome, a Rome puzzle day

A soul, falling away