Policy Of Three - Canyon текст песни

Warm August sunshine, treading on the most sacred ground.
A vacation vision filled, in pose we lock it still, a portrait of our past.
Refugee from progress path.
We are changing sky.
Dawn is breaking, senses numbed by awe.
All around us lies the pain of loss.
And here is the symptom, a symptom of what we willed.
This is the journey, journey for our souls.
A pilgrimage, searching for our home, we have lost our home.
We have lost our home.