What we know is, off and on we go.

Silent, quiet, so late at night.

Threads of truth; these strands of light.

They say, "Well there's no place like home",

Something I've always know.

Pass your house, it looks so nice.

All the lights, meanings of life.

A constellation lights your home.

Best dressed in silver and gold.

And we're almost like a stream of lights,

Each a part of a home.

There are moments we shine, if not all the time.

What we know is, off and on we go.

Years ago when you were mine.

We were like two lights that shined,

Together always in a row.

The warmth of your light still glows.

And we're almost like a stream of lights,

Each a part of a home.

There are moments we shine, if not all the time.

What we know is, off and on we go.