We search for a reason and something to believe in The say that death finds us all in the end
There are moments when I feel hope Deep inside the answer lies Next to my heart There are things that I would know Are these ghosts in my bed all in my head
Outside the house that I grew up in I scratched my name into the pavement the day my father left
My brother told my mother He buried our father Even though he wasn't dead
Another night of lonliness Maybe this year will be the last These are the words I wrote down Instead of lashing out And I built an empire of paper The picture frames Forgotton names All the the times that I tried When you never
I know that I'm not perfect I never claimed to be But I'd never adandon my own family.
We search for a reason and something to believe in The say that death finds us all in the end When we come home