The Forgotten Place

There’s a need that burns
Like a forest fire
Scattering the casualties of my desire
In love and loss
In flood or drought
All the seeds I’ve scattered were just seeds of doubt

From Hong Kong to London
From Bangkok to Rome
From New York to Rio
To a forgotten place called home

Sparks and wind
And a fire starts
The ecstasy of every
Collision of hearts

From Berlin to Cape Town
From Bangkok to Rome
From Singapore to Paris
To a forgotten place called home

But there’s a fire still burning
And that wall of flame
Stops you from returning
The way you came

With their mother’s ghost
Still between the sheets
My imaginary children walk the streets

From Hong Kong to London
From Bangkok to Rome
From New York City
To a forgotten place called home