There are howls and cries coming in through the windows here and all I can think about is home, out there where even in the mountains crawling and in the night sky flying, up above our earth, silence is the noise of our home.

There are howls and cries coming in through the windows here
and all I can think about is home,
out there where even in the mountains crawling and
in the night sky flying, up above our earth,
silence is the noise of our home.