I'm going to a place called home 
No one here to call my own 
I've been told life is cold when there's no one else to hold 
I'm going to a place called home 
disposed rose is what I am to be 
In a city of cold and wet debris 
Watching the storms you've brought me drown the concrete avenues 
Is this the love I thought I once knew? 
I'm waiting for the days I once knew, wondering if [bad word] back soon 
Is there anything I can do? This world I delivered for you… 
I'm waiting for the days I once knew, wondering if [bad word] back soon 
Is there anything I can do? This world I created for you… 
Standing by a dusty window, staring at a lifeless routine flowing so slow [bad word] stains, cigarettes, a blemish from the warmth turned cold 
I'm waiting for the days I once knew, wondering if [bad word] back soon 
Is there anything I can do? This world I delivered for you… 
I'm waiting for the days I once knew, wondering if [bad word] back soon 
Is there anything I can do? This world I created for you… 
I'm going to a place called home 
In idle rooms and walls of stone where I will find myself alone 
Goodbye world, goodbye world, I have to go