Will you follow me here or am I leading a ghost to the edge
Is there someone behind me or the sidewalk just crawling again?
Thoughts are deceiving sometimes
I'm not in this alone
Your windowsill haunts me as you're on your way to go
Home, is this home?
I don't know
It's warm, it's warm
But fire turns to ash
I put my hands to the sky and I beg for hail and rain
Something to wash me of my dirty hands and my knees
I've been crawling so long, been crawling to see you in the light
As the sun ascends my eyes, roll in my head
Home, is this home?
I don't know
It's warm, it's warm
But fire turns to ash