Interpret:

Tool

Album:

Aenima

What was it like to see 
The face of your own stability 
Suddenly look away 
Leaving you with the dead and hopeless? 


Eleven and she was gone 
Eleven is when we waved goodbye 
Eleven is standing still, 
Waiting for me to free him 
By coming home. 


Moving me with a sound 
Opening me within a gesture. 
Drawing me down and in, 
Showing me where it all began, 
Eleven. 


It took me so long to realize 
You were the voice that's been 
calling me back home. 


Under a dead Ohio sky 
Eleven has been and will be waiting, 
Defending his light, 
And wondering 
Where the hell have I been? 
Sleeping, lost and numb. 
So glad that I have found you. 
I am wide awake and heading home. 


Hold your light, 
Eleven. 
Lead me through each gentle step by step 
by inch by loaded memory. 


I'll move to heal 
As soon as pain allows so we can 
Reunite and both move on together. 


Hold your light, 
Eleven. Lead me through each gentle step 
by step by insufficient memory 
'till one and one are one, Eleven, 
So glow, child, glow 
I'm heading back home.