I`m not an islander - (remastered)

The islands will never be home to me
Even though there'll be a special place
For the Pupil Hill, the Old Street and the Tollhouse
But these islands will never be home to me
I am from a house by an old lake
And I'm searching for a place
Where no one knows my name
I come from a city by a lake
And I'm searching for a place
And I'm searching for a space
Looking for the spot, never discovered
Free from prejudice, comittments and strife
Where I can enjoy the particular and peculiar fire
The particular and peculiar fire raging inside
Inside of me
I come from a house by an old lake
And I'm searching for a place
Where I can lay my head
I grew up in a city by a lake
And I'm searching for a place
And I'm searching for a name
When I see, I feel like no one's alive
When I feel, I see that's mostly lies
Strongly feeling, this city will never rise
There's a city waiting for me
Full of fight and loving life
An unending saga, an amazing domain
With a comforting veneer of familiarity
Leave the city that spawned this corroded life
Forget the pettiness of these damned times
Take up refuge in a stream of signs
Find direction among all those different lines
Make your mind up, set your price
The endgame: "Home is a state of mind"