[Verse 1]
First there was a memory
And the promise of days to come
Then the sound and the fury
Of hurricanes on the ground
[Chorus]
My home, it's not a place
It's a tone in the haze of the morning sun
[Verse 2]
Here, in a land of pleasures
How blessed are we to roam
So turn, turn down the offers
That promise to bring you home
[Chorus]
'Cause your home, it's not a place
It's a tone in the haze of the morning sun
[Verse 3]
So burn, burn down to ashes
What's meant to be burned alone
And blow, blow up the houses
And the wind in return will blow up your home