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 me to free him by
coming hooooooooome.
Moving me with a sound.
Opening me within a gesture.
Drawing me down and in,
showing me
where it all began,
Eleven.
It took so long to realize
that you
are the voice that's been calling me back hoooooooome.
Under a dead Ohio sky,
Eleven has been and will be waiting
defending his light and wondering...
where the hell have I been?
Sleeping, lost, and numb.
I'm..so glad
that I have found you.
I am wide awake and heading,
home.
Hold your light Eleven.
something day? memory.
Hold your
light,
Hold your light,
Hold your light where I can
see
Hoooooooooooooooooome!
Hold your light,
Eleven. Lead me
through each gentle
step by step by
by inch by loaded memory.
I'll
move to heal
as soon as pain allows
so we can reunite
and both move
on 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 hooooooooooooooome.