Tea Party – Coming Home

when frightened by change

serenity clings to my sleep

and wonders remain

their world will inherit its meek

and wicked’s the taste

you feel when the mysteries arise

i’ve fallen from grace

because of her treacherous eyes

you don’t know

so alone

i’m coming home

and beauty’s disdain

attends to these virtuous lies

she tries to restrain

the ardent and amorous eyes

and wicked’s the taste

you feel when mysteries arise

i’ve fallen from grace

because of her treacherous eyes

you don’t know

so alone

I’m coming home