Welcome Home, Son ~ Radical Face

Welcome Home, Son ~ Radical Face

I notice this song, “Welcome Home, Son” by Radical Face, on the closing credits of the documentary, Forks Over Knives. I liked the acoustical guitar melody. But after reading the lyrics, I can’t say I understand much of what they mean. “Sometimes you’ve got to just let art flow over you.”

Welcome Home Son by Radical Face

Sleep don’t visit, so I choke on sun
And the days blur into one
And the backs of my eyes hum with things I’ve never done

Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline
Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass
Was never much but we made the most
Welcome home

radical face

Ships are launching from my chest
Some have names but most do not
If you find one, please let me know what piece I’ve lost

Peel the scars from off my back
I don’t need them anymore
You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars
I’ve come home

All my nightmares escaped my head
Bar the door, please don’t let them in
You were never supposed to leave
Now my head’s splitting at the seams
And I don’t know if I can

Here, beneath my lungs, I feel your thumbs press into my skin again



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