New Home

There is a house built out of stone 
Wooden floors, walls and window sills 
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust 
This is a place where I don’t feel alone 
This is a place where I feel at home.
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds 
There is a tree as old as me 
Branches were sewn by the colour of green 
Ground had arose and passed its knees 
 By the cracks of the skin 
I climbed to the top 
I climbed the tree to see the world 
When the gusts came around to blow me down 
Held on as tightly as you held on me 
Held on as tightly as you held on me……

- To Build A Home, ‘Cinematic Orchestra’