What was it like to see,
The face of your own stability,
Suddenly look away,
Leaving you with the dead and hopeless?
Eleven and she was gone.
Eleven is when we waved good-bye.
Eleven is standing still,
Waiting for [Dm7]me to [C7]free him,
By coming home.
Moving me with a sound.
Opening me within a gesture.
Drawing me down and [Bm]in,
Showing me where it all [Em]began,
Eleven.
Y ou're too scar'd to [C7]ɾealize this,
You are the voice that's been calling me back home.
Under a dead Ohio sky,
Eleven has been and [Bm]will be [Am]waiting,
Defending his light and [Bm]wondering,
Where the hell have I been?
Sleeping lost and [Bm]numb I.
So glad that I have found you.
I am but wide awake and [Bm]heading,
Home.
I wish that I could see you,
Turn and [Bm]ɾun to [C7]play.
Dreams are fading,
Carry my [A]ancient soul.
Carry me into [C7]the light.
Aim your body heavenly,
Enduring a memory.
I’ll come to [C7]your light,
Hold your light.
Hold your light where I can see it,
Hold it,
High.
Hold your light,
Eleven, Lead me through each gentle step,
By step,
By inch by loaded memory,
I'll move,
To heal,
As soon [C7]as pain allows so we can,
Reunite,
And both move on [C7]together.
Hold,
Your light,
Eleven lead me through each gentle step,
By step,
By inch by loaded memory 'till,
One,
And one are one,
Eleven.
So glow,
Child,
Glow.
I'm heading back home...
