Going Home کے بول

When I hear the laughter the soul rises up again in a dream I wonder before I could never feel And I swear it wont be the same this time Far away from angry I'm taking it all with me Well I trouble with it later the soul is ready to leave And I tried to take it all the way I'm going home again I cant endure this habit of letting it slip away I need to find an anchor to keep me grounded Well all I see are habits the fingers they wrap around Well they're in a perfect order The labels facing out