My home I run to Where all my dreams were born Is this the final moment of which you're tethered to? Broken dreams out of focus Is this what's left of you? In the camera eye you're drifting Your will is severed through It's not enough You fade to memory It's not enough To crown the fool My home I run to Where all my dreams were born I hope I find it Before I lose my faith Blood shot eyes and weary whispers become your trademark form Conquered mind with no spark Is this what's left of you? The fool with scorn is crowned in worship Fires once burned bright are dim It's not enough You fade to memory It's not enough You're crowned the fool My home I run to Where all my dreams were born I hope I find it Before I lose my faith My home I run to Where all my dreams were born I hope I find it Before I lose my faith When the path is washed away Into a crowd of weary souls Hearts of stone, the truth untold Fools crowned in worship When the path is washed away Into a crowd of weary souls Hearts of stone, the truth untold Fools crowned in worship and scorn My home I run to Where all my dreams were born I hope I find it Before I lose my faith My home I run to Where all my dreams were born I hope I find it Before I lose my faith All my dreams were born