Paroles: Cuba Cuba. Home Is the Fire.

In between terms,
I wade through forest with the feeling it'll never end.
I wait for my turn; the violent crowds drive minds to the lighthouse,
But the lighthouse keeper isn't there...

He said in the light that sets along the sail
I light a flare as I'm all alone.
In the light that sets along the sail,
In this beautiful unknown.

Where the cold river meets the suns glare
Like frozen kisses in the spring air,
The Pacific is as blue as I dream.
In time you will forget and I will find you.

In between terms,
I wade through forest just to make it to the other side,
To chase the turning tide.
I take to the hills; the dew falls thick like a tear from the treetops.

He said in the light that sets along the sail,
I light a flare as I'm all alone.
In the light that sets along the sail,
In this beautiful unknown.

Where the cold river meets the suns glare
Like frozen kisses in the spring air,
The Pacific is as blue as I dream.
In time you will forget and I will find you.

Heaven is kindling for sin,
Home is the fire that keeps us in.

The Pacific is as blue as I dream.