Texty: Paul Van Dyk. Volume. Home.

People poor their concrete floors
They built their churches and their walls
Painted pictures of their hopes, fears on them
A Single love, containing touch, it changed the system and said "no"
And I can see it all in youth love, in your eyes

Explode with life
Explode with life
Cover in your life

My home is where you are
And every beat and every feet
we're closer

My home is where you are
And every beat and every feet
We're closer

They fashion streets out of the rock
Struck up statues to their gods

And hung up flight on every corner - amen

We are charged spoil in to go
Bring me back to where I'm from
A billion molecules are landing of in your heart

Poss in with life
Poss in with life
Poss in with life

My home is where you are
And every beat and every feet
we're closer

My home is where you are
And every beat and every feet
we're closer