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