Coming Home

For two months now I've been listening to K.D. Lang's Watershed. I can't even begin to describe the little flutter within me when I hear the opening strings of Coming Home. The magic of music, right?

Well, just a few minutes ago I received a phone call from D with the wonderful news that she's coming home! Magic! Flutter! My dearest friend, I am so happy for you! Yay!

I couldn't help myself, this is too perfect.

Coming Home {Lang/Pitch}

oh sweet sorrow
let's write the book
tomorrow

for I caught a glimpse
been obsessed with it
ever since

my eyes no longer weak amongst the clarity that you pronounce in me

won
you have won
my illumination has begun

I'm happily indifferent to the ones who have consistently been wrong
and all that once confined us like minutiae at its finest now is gone

oh sweet sorrow
let's write the book
tomorrow

my eyes no longer weak amongst the clarity that you pronounce in me
I'm happily indifferent to the ones who have consistently been wrong
and all that once confined us like minutiae at its finest now is gone

and all that lies before me like the asphalt lures me forward towards home

home
coming home