Oh, sweet sorrow   Let's write the book tomorrow   For I caught a glimpse   Been obsessed with it ever since      My eyes no longer weak amongst the clarity   That you pronounce in me   Won, you have won   My illumination has begun      I am happily indifferent to the ones   Who have consistently been wrong   And all that once confined us   Like minutiae at its finest now is gone      Oh, sweet sorrow   Let's write the book tomorrow   My eyes no longer weak amongst the clarity   That you pronounce in me      I am happily indifferent to the ones   Who have consistently been wrong   And all that once confined us   Like minutiae at its finest now is gone      And all that that lies before me like the asphalt   Lures me forward towards home, home, coming home