Who isn't sick of home? Who doesn't want to leave?
The longing for a change of view, a change in everything
I left before, at Summer's Foot, ignorant of love
When I call you're breaking down and I'm always breaking up
I've been away for many months. The weather's not quite right
The milk is weird, the salt's too much and the people are too nice
I left again at Winter's Peak, ignorant of love
When I call you're breaking down and I'm always breaking up
I'm always breaking up