Blueprints - Amoral

Packed my bags and stormed away

left you here for dead

I thought I knew it all

for which there’s something to be said

Oh, won’t you help me find my way?

Oh, guide me to a better day

Did you foresee me returning

crawling back on my knees

Saw the ego and the damage done

going through pockets for the master key

Hills reviving memories

Shores spilling secrets from my side

Streets telling stories

worth holding onto alright

They say home’s where the heart is

and I’ve been homeless for years

It took a gentle summer breeze

to finally dry off the tears

Hills reviving memories

Shores spilling secrets from my side

Streets telling stories

worth holding onto alright

Hills reviving memories

Waves drawing blueprints in the sand

Streets in all of their glory

reaching for my hand

Packed my bags and stormed away,

left you here for dead…