[00:00.000] 作词 : matt mcwaters/Joe Kenneth
[00:02.636]Home is rarely ever a place
[00:05.737]It's in a face, in the infinite galaxies summarized in the eyes
[00:10.190]Where pupils are as endless as the cycle of life
[00:14.062]I've heard the timbre of legacies carry on in living room laughter
[00:18.659]I've seen memories laminate on kitchen floors
[00:22.044]Where my mom and I danced to the rhythm of sizzling sustenance and motherland music
[00:27.470]My heart constantly reminds me that geography has no hold on what I call home
[00:34.262]I've found abodes in souls who fluently speak love in verb, in noun, in everything
[00:42.066]Who've constructed sanctuaries with ears and mouths
[00:45.184]Who take the shape of havens
[00:46.773]Who are physical glimpses of heaven on earth
[00:49.644]Whose smile, with widening lips and glowing teeth
[00:54.055]Beckon without a sound and yet still say, "Welcome, I'm so glad you're home"