Buildings (Sep 21 @ 6:58 PM)

[intro lengthy and instrumental with lute warm acoustic marimba break ] [Verse 1] [female baritone vocal influenced largely by user recording] There's a foreigner walking in a forest of bamboo Without a country in his heart that keeps him home where he was born [back up echo] (such audacity) (such audacity) A house that's not a home is just a building A house that's not a home is just a building When those around you might be family yet unfamiliar They never knew What you needed Starving for love you go out into the world of the broken When you leave they claim your heart belongs to them and them alone and dare to cry "When are you coming home?" [back up echo] (such audacity) (such audacity) [Chorus] A house that's not a home is just a building A house that's not a home is just a building [Verse 3] Sometimes it's covered in silence and yet always inside roars Even when it's quiet And you can never hear The sincerity Always avoiding about talking about real things [Chorus] A house that's not a home is just a building A house that's not a home is just a building [bridge] Born a foreigner in a land foreign Born to be foreign in the place of birth Not a tourist but a traveller outside time [Chorus] A house that's not a home is just a building A house that's not a home is just a building [outro] It might be made of brick It might be made of stone or bamboo It could be made of mud But a house without love Just isn't a home Just isn't a home [music from chorus without words] [end]