[Verse 1]

First there was a memory

And the promise of days to come

Then the sound and the fury

Of hurricanes on the ground

[Chorus]

My home, it's not a place

It's a tone in the haze of the morning sun

[Verse 2]

Here, in a land of pleasures

How blessed are we to roam

So turn, turn down the offers

That promise to bring you home

[Chorus]

'Cause your home, it's not a place

It's a tone in the haze of the morning sun

[Verse 3]

So burn, burn down to ashes

What's meant to be burned alone

And blow, blow up the houses

And the wind in return will blow up your home