I stumble [bad word] through this old and unloving world 
talking alone into the stone cold air and I scare myself, but 
Yes, once I thought the world shines brighter 
It's the clouds on the black withered skies, either 
or it's just me 

Do you think as I do? It where the nights. They somehow tricked us. 
How's that working? When so much is there, what you await, but
You think of the best son.Do you think as I do? You're telling this is me 
But sorry, I'm not the man you used to see 

I'm crying out your name into this room 
It never was...and never will be a home 

I hope it's not as easy for you to forget me 
As I've been forgotten 
Thought I was dreaming about, "you and me" 
Home is where everything else is missed