Crossing martyrs on a page Reading in, am I too late To board the train Tracking to the edge of ground The steam will build into rebound And all will break Home, home I can't believe I couldn't save you Home, home I can't believe Barely a wave, too Posting thoughts in hopes you read I'm black and white, I'm in between All of this Mischief on a tired bed Hope this all is in my head What if it isn't? Home, home I can't believe I couldn't save you Home, home I can't believe Barely a wave, too