Moving home, people tell me I will walk alone,
In the autumn streets I'll find my peace of mind.
The blue lotus it's a calling me to the sea,
To be a neon traveller and free.
I love this town.
And it's easy talking, when I'm not alone.
So I hold up my head steady now.
And I don't fight my head,
Cos he is my friend, he is my friend.
I was walking back home...
Give me shelter, give me a roof with a crystal hue,
I've been flying and trying to move
For all these years.
And I'll come back to the empty streets,
Kicking golden leaves.
I love my ghost.
I was walking back home.
I was walking alone.
I was free.
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