They tell me there is a gate and its made of pearl and gold.
They tell me tickets there aint cheap but they can't be bought or sold.
They tell me that back East there used to live a man,
He held the sunlight in his eyes and the starlight in his hands.
And they tell me that if you're not sure where you're from or where to go,
He can read your heart, and gladly let you know.
What is all this for if it 'aint for love, love, love?
Where do angels come from if they don't come from above?
Where do you think that you might be going to?
'Cause I'm going home. I'm going home.
I'm going home.
I need a compass now like I need some company.
'Cause them waves will still get wild when the seas their sovereign see.
I never thought standin' on my own two feet could make me sink so low.
I never thought I'd see you again when I heard that rooster crow
But if you're thinking of packing in well there's something you ought to learn.
Just because it hurts, doesn't mean it burns.
What is all this for if it 'aint for love, love, love?
Where do angels come from if they don't come from above?
Where do you think that you might be going to?
'Cause I'm going home. I'm going home.
I'm going home.
And I heard back at my Father's house you gave big Lou the ol' one two.
You kicked him out the door onto the back porch in his cheap Italian suit.
And I can't imagine how tough it must have been when him and Jill told you that they weren't coming home again.
What is all this for if it 'aint for love, love, love?
Where do angels fall from if they don't fall from above?
Where do you think that you might be going to?
'Cause I'm going home. I'm going home.
I'm going home.
The Australian folk-pop singer tackles deconstruction, her Christian childhood, and sexuality on her infectious sophomore album. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 14, 2023