(Did he go home?)      (He flew out tonight)   Walking all the world is white   (I'm definitely going to come see you in February)   And all the sky is black   This place is calling me   The memory is clearer now   The memory has always had this haze      And on the other side it's warm and green   A single voice is singing   Of my destiny      And so I turn around again   And I stop....   (The only people for me are the mad ones)      Is this home?   Is this home?   Is this home?   Is this home?      Walking around my fears   With every step my body dies   And all the feeling turns to cold      Still fighting for some direction   Some perception as to where my heaven   Can be found      And though each time I start to   walk   It starts to slowly disappear   I can hear that voice again   But each time   All is lost in the snow      So I turn around again   And so I turn around      Is this home?   Is this home?   Is this home?   Is this home?      And if this all is a lie   Then I am not afraid   To keep my head up   Pain is lasting still I'm asking      Is this home?   Is this home?   Is this home?   Is this home?   Is this home, home, home?   Is this home, home, home?   Is this home?   Is this home, home, home?   Is this home, home, home?   Home      Walking all the world is white   And all the sky is black   This place is...calling me