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Our Heads Were Filled With Thoughts of Home

This song is by A Sunken Ship Irony and appears on the album Contraptions (2006).

The world has forgotten us here
And the leaves, they are changing this time of year
We've divvied supplies but it is no surprise
That our rations are wearing quite thin

And we promised we wouldn't turn back
But we're thinking of breaking that pact

The path has become quite unclear
And the air gets so foggy this time of year
So many before us have joined in the chorus
The one that says "Curse God and die"

But we swear that we won't sing along
Though we know every word to that song

Praying for laughter, we've paid the disaster
Relief fund with tears that we've cried
It now seems the forest is turning against us
With creatures who torment unseen
We look to the sky as we regret that we never tried
To learn how to fly. Now we'll never fly away
But we won't forget that we haven't lost faith yet
Just one word remains on these lips, and that word is "Home"