歌词
I don’t want this Tinsel Glory
Or Empty Praise that I can’t carry
I want no more of this delusion
I just want to come back home to you again
Please make me your instrument
With eyes inside out I’ll never doubt this
The fruit will always show where the root is planted
I just want to come back home to you again
I just want to be free
I just want to be free
I just want to be free