I thought I was moving but my legs were broken
Words [bad word] out but they were left unspoken
Maybe I was dreaming in my head, in my head.

Memories were noted but I hadn't lived them
Swords were on my heart but I had long forgived them
Funny how the hurtful voices seem to slip away.

Where am I now
I don't know how
I wound up in this place again.
How am I now
Just bringing me down.
I'm looking for a house where the door is open
My body's moving fast but my spirit's broken.
Where am I now

Oh anytime you break and turn the cycles change
Water starts pouring down your face again
You find yourself falling in the safety net you used to call home.

When you focus all your little thoughts and troubles
To the place of clear and cloudy clouds [bad word] 
Standing in a field of open avenues with no place to go.

Repeat [bad word] 

Oh my lips are set and parted but my head is empty
I try to spit it out but it won't resempt me
From feeling like it's out in the open said and done.

Telling's just talking that turns into speeches
Doesn't aid the body with the hand that reaches
Stumble in the void to find there's no one there.

 [bad word]