Текст песни September - Cyrus The White Rabbit

walking.
just walking expecting to fall,
i walk on.
i love the candle holder you gave me.
inside sits a pink one,
the one you found at that rummage sale.
it's all like a dream,
being washed away by the waves,
it will never stop,
and if i am this dream,
i shall never wake,
never.
it sits crooked like your smile,
always crooked like your...smile.
i can no longer touch you with my blood stained hands,
it's all on the floor in puddles.
it's only distance love,
just three thousand miles,
lover.
somewhere in kansas like two kites flying,
i'll meet you there,
that's where i learned to fly.
i have no excuses,
the words are there and i am here and you are there,
three thousand miles from a smile,
walking,
just walking,
expecting to fall,
i walk on.
so where is home?
it's where you are.