[bad word] to my window
Crawl inside, wait by the light of the [bad word] to my window I'll be home soon

I would dial the numbers
Just to listen to your breath
And I would stand inside my [bad word] And hold the hand of death
You don't know how far I'd go
To ease this precious ache
You don't know how much I'd give Or how much I can take
Just to reach you Just to reach you Oh to reach you [bad word] to my window
Crawl inside, wait by the light of the [bad word] to my window I'll be home soon

Keeping my eyes open I cannot afford to sleep
Giving away promises I know that I can't keep
Nothing fills the blackness
That has seeped into my chest I need you in my blood
I am forsaking all the rest
Just to reach you Just to reach you Oh to reach you [bad word] to my window
Crawl inside, wait by the light of the [bad word] to my window I'll be home soon

I don't care what they think
I don't care what they say
What do they know about this love anyway [bad word] [bad word] to my window
I'll be home, I'll be home
I'll be home, [bad word] [bad word] to my window [bad word] on inside, wait by the light of the moon [bad word] to my window
I'll be home soon, I'll be home
I'll be home, [bad word] home [bad word] to my window
Oh, Crawl inside, wait by the light of the [bad word] to my window
I'll be home soon, I'll be home I'll be home