Yotam Perel This Home
Can't bare to hang afraid
Hot sand is on its way to fill your lungs
Breath deep and soft
Ideals are layed in bricks
And stairs in double sakes
A king sized mattress
Stressing sense of vastness
This home the main event is now a empty monument
For love fought bravely in the trenches with my baby
A war lost too soon, now I fight with the moonlight
This place, it might seem modern but it's just unfurnished, bare and primed with remorse
May the days take their course
This spot exists in past tense
Just a place to serve your sеntence
Front with doubt, to evеn doubt
This home the main event is now a empty monument
For love fought bravely, the trenches with my baby
A war lost too soon, now I fight with the moonlight
