To become spring, accept the risk of winter
To become presence, accept the risk of absence
We are lost in this city, where we shouldn't be at all
Where we searched for flowers and found nothing but snow
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It's this city of tears
That has gone into mourning
Still beating with my heart
But with undercurrent of woe
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I belong to the mountains
And always did so
I belong to the mountains
And always will do
They were my first love
Where they end, I begin
Bury me deep inside their womb
The only place I ever felt home
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'Cause home is not just the place where I was born
Also the place where I want to get buried
The place beyond the pines where distance has no meaning
Where we still sing those sold songs that remind us of our fall
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We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar
And an urge for the foreign and strange
We are tied to bridges that cave in or burn
Sometimes we are homesick most
For places we have never known
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If only the sea was merciful
Wash me away to the silencing shores
If only the sea was merciful
As merciful as a morning in winter
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My dear, you can cut all the flowers
But you can't keep spring from rising
It's strange why autumn is so beautiful
Yet everything starves, everything dies
Everything dies
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'Cause home is not just the place where I was born
Also the place where I want to get buried
The place beyond the pines where distance has no meaning
Where we still sing those old songs that reminds us of our fall
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'Cause though I'm often in the depths of misery
There's still calmness, there's still music inside me
Just wish Decembers would wipe memories away
Like they mercilessly wiped away the last years
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If only the sea was merciful
Wash me away to the silencing shores
If only the sea was merciful
As merciful as a morning in winter