I miss your sky, now I'm gone
I miss the kiss of the sun
The land speaks a language of its own
I miss the clouds in your sky
That streak boldly in fat lines
The northwest arch on a good day
can eat you right up
Te Hokai Takata
Te Hokai
Takata
Te Hokai Takata
Sue me, punish me, berate me,
hate me for leaving
But like a fundamental truth,
I must go
I mis s your leaves turning gold
And when they crunch beneath my soles
You see land speaks a language of its own
I miss the sun on your hills
And the shadows in your veins
The col ors on the lake at dusk
Reflecting pinks and golds
Tihocaitocotoc
Tihocaitocotoc
Tihocaitocotoc
Sue me, punish me, berate me,
hate me for leaving
But like a fundamental truth,
I must go
Kote ao huri huri, like oxygen in a vein
Just doesn't stay still,
it needs to circulate
Kote al puri puri, like oxygen in a vein
Just doesn't stay still,
it needs to circulate
Oh, oh, oh, I need to circulate
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I need to circulate
Oh, oh, oh