August Gilde – A different Kind

I like it best when the sun goes down
I like the lay of this holy ground
I like the way we keep moving in circles
Hidden down, way down behind the doorsteps of our minds

But most of all I like it cos we’re a different kind

I like it when the halls are empty
I can hear my heels on the floor
I like it when I’m weightless when moving
Like a murmur around a lone pine

But most of all I like it cos we’re a different kind
Yeah most of all I like it cos we’re a different kind

It’s hard enough to keep your lights on when your turning numb
And be free while your marching to a drum
Keep the line open, cos I’m not done here

I like it best when the sun goes down
I like the lay of this holy ground
I like it when I catch a sailing breeze
When I don’t know what I’m gonna find

But most of all I like it cos we’re a different kind
Yeah most of all I like it cos we’re a different kind