Ethan June Evans - The Seeker Lyrics

I used to think that home was a haven on a mountain peak
A shelter from the demons that would prey upon the sweet and meek
The bells would ring, the choirs would sing, the sun would shine, our problems they were few
Until I learned the folks we thought were demons were just normal people too

I used to think that home was a man in a florist shop
Tailored jeans, within his means, a beating heart behind a white crop top
Alone his gentle wishes had me reassured our love would never end, oh no
Until his family came into the picture and then I was just a friend

And maybe its a pity
Maybe its a shame
But love is not a privilege
Love is not a game

I used to think that home was a hero bright upon that stage
Singing like the angel that she dreamt up at a younger age
The crowds would be endless, they'd scream out her name
Until the summer passed, then she was old news and the next one rose to fame

And maybe it's a pity
Maybe its a shame
But love is not a privilege
Love is not a game

I used to think that home was a secret inside my head
A memory I'd forgotten, a piece of unspooled thread
I'd dig around in diaries and photobooks to always no avail, oh no
Until I realized that I was searching for
The Holy Grail
Never find that Grail, no!

And maybe its a pity
Maybe its a shame
But love is not a privilege!
Love is not a game!
And baby its so pretty
That evening glow
Cause now I'm home
Everywhere I go
Everywhere I go!
Everywhere I go.