Oh, lift up your head, boy Don’t play pretend dead on the floor Now Harryhausen conceived from a cauldron Wielding Olympus with eyes on the shore
There’s nothing There’s nothing
Oh, show me the flow of my life Bound by Acrisius bronzed from the skylight Seeking the oracle’s eyes in the night with a sigh Seriphos greets us with moments of silence
There’s nothing How far away? There’s no place like home There’s nothing How far away? There’s no place like home There’s nothing How far away? There’s no place like home There’s nothing How far away? There’s no place like home
Who will arrange my great escape? Hopelessly I have been torn from this outrage Tossing and turning uneasy it cost me the cross Am I at rest or resigned in my chaos?
There’s nothing How far away? There’s no place like home There’s nothing How far away? There’s no place like home There’s nothing How far away? There’s no place like home There’s nothing How far away? There’s no place like home
There’s something And it’s the light on your hand There’s something And it’s the touch of my wristband There’s one thing And it’s the weight of our wish There’s one thing And it’s our very first kiss