(Timber timbre)
To set breeze on fire
By a constant wind
Beyond the mind
And there is no psychic eye for you
Every night is Saturday night
This isn't only about another
And there is no simple explanation
And to express deep respect
Please accept this as a sensation
(Together)
Homage homage
Is coming back around
Coming back through you
To something I can't understand
I'm just a simple man
Homage homage
Is coming back around
Coming back through you
Something I can't understand
I'm just a simple man
Homage
(Feist)
The past of letters in line
It happens, all impossibly
As in that from where the feeling comes
Not sure how again it runs
In solitary deep together
There is a seem between the breath and the staired descent.
We back up
In which direction will get us out
(Together)
Homage homage
Is coming back around
coming back through you
To something I can't understand
I'm just a simple man
Homage homage
is coming back around
coming back through you
something I can't understand
I'm just a simple man
Homage
Homage homage
s coming back around
coming back through you
To something I can't understand
I'm just a simple man
Homage homage
is coming back around
Coming back through you
Something I can't understand
I'm just a simple man
Homage
Homage, homage
Homage, homage
Homage, homage
Homage