Butterfly Nostalgia: Takers (part 1)

Takers (part 1)

There’s a house of simple pleasures
On a hill of desperate measures
Where you take what you need
And believe what you leave
Will be taken by a friend

There’s a garden by the castle
Where they urge you not to hassle
But just take what you need
And believe what you leave
Will be always there to spend

Where is my home?
Long time ago
Cut to the bone
Where is my home?
All that I’ve done
I thought it true
All that I need
I thought I knew

There’s a village in the jungle
Where the iron wheels will crumble
And we’ll take what we need
And believe what we leave
Will always be enough to mend

There’s a boy without a faucet
And only bullets in his wallet
And he takes what he needs
And he prays what he leaves
Will never wither off the stem

All that I’ve done
I thought it true
All that I need
I thought I knew
Where is my home?
Long time ago
Cut to the bone
Where is my home?

Where is my home?
Long time ago
Cut to the bone
Where is my home?