I'm here in the space you made
Flickering lights that begin to fade
Just fold back the page
And watch the words tumble out

And who made that line?
So I'm trapped by my own design
I can read all the pictures now
Then I'm changed by the thought somehow

Broken glass lays under my feet and I [bad word] home
Broken glasses I plan my retreat so I [bad word] home

The needle picks up and goes
Back to the starting note
The familiar tone
That spirals out here alone
So who can I blame?
When I know that [bad word] the same
I singled you out
It's a feeling I can't explain

Broken glass lays under my feet and I [bad word] home
Broken glasses I plan my retreat so I [bad word] home
Broken glass lays under my feet and I [bad word] home
Broken glasses I plan my retreat so I [bad word] home
Broken glass lays under my feet and I [bad word] home
(I [bad word] home)