In the name of another And in the name of a son. And of a happy home.
In the name of a mother And in the name of her son. They will be only ghosts Living in their home When a father gets it bad.
O o o When the feeling of passion's gone And he's already dropped his arms And the cold can't escape his hands And he's left clenching strands of hair That were once on her head, prepared For the one who misplaced his care And his focus so twisted there. What's your focus on now?
Family, could you come back? Could you come home? Secrets, won't you stay in? Won't you stay home?