[ Featuring NEXA Music ]
Open wounds and broken windows
Of my house, that seeks slumber..
For restless it stands, hopeless, rendered by the wreckage of the night
And over and over and all over again,
It seeks pleasure
Leaves me in splits, this house of mine.. Doesn't know any better..
Neither do you.. Yet you left me in ruins too..
Picking up the pieces pierces my skin and yet..
I do it anyway.
My wounds run deeper than the cracks you see
On the walls of my house
And yet it stands and so do I
Though my troubled heart wanders sometimes through..
The trains you changed to get away from this house
Well, I could never hear them anyway..
The trails you left grow colder
And the silence grows louder
And my words don't seem to leave this house, anymore..
Well, this house of mine and me
Bask in our misery and the little silver linings.. That helps me carry on
O, these silver linings..
I owe you my all
