You say that you have longed for home, that the room has desire and life again. As if you have wandered for a hundred years and finally wake up and understand. The summer extends, the picture comes up again. I have longed for a long time now, like birds spread their wings. When the light finds its way, we will travel and steal the ashes that remain. Are you with me? I remember when we touched each other in all the cute ways people can. As if our eyes began to see, as if we breathe even more. The summer extends, the picture comes up again. I have longed for a long time now, like birds spread their wings. When the light finds its way, we will travel and steal the ashes that remain. I have longed for a long time now, like birds spread their wings. When the light finds its way, we will travel and steal the ashes that remain. Are you with me? Are you with me? Are you with me?