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   I'm coming home