brooding hearts give young blood,
when does the feeling ever stop,
you can hide in the dark but the sun will rise sometime.

and could we be on the level someone,
or will we never shine,
well you can hide in the dark but the sun will rise sometime.

blind home in a box,
no difference but he knows,
you can’t throw stones in a glass house,
but you can see the outside.

fine home for a ghost,
but it ain’t for the somber,
i could live here when i’m gone,
another place to call home,

fine home for a ghost,
but it ain’t for the somber,
i could live here when i’m gone,
another place to call home.

blind home in a box,
no difference but he knows,
you can’t throw stones in a glass house,
but you can see the outside.