Twilight Hour: Takers (part 2)

Takers (part 2)

In The Valley of Childish Things
There’s a piper’s tune that rings
And we hand out our brains
And return to the games
We swore never again to play
And the rules, though they are simple
As a sword against a thimble
We must bury our sons
And throw down our guns
And go back from where we came

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?

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

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

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