Home, somewhere inside these walls
I hear the fading calls of lines
I've drawn before
Hold, hold onto your blinfold
Gather your repertoire
of stolen metaphors
Low, lead me back
let me never forget
we are guided by the ghosts
we used to know
Low, or so the story goes
you havenit said a word
since late December and
Know, were never in control
never give up your soul, your soul
Low, lead me back
let me never forget
the brightest of days
are the ones that we spent
Let it shine across the towns
we used to know
And drift out of focus
that you would belie yourself
for someone elses dreams
And drift out of focus
that you would belie yourself
for someone elses dreams
I hear the fading calls of lines
I've drawn before
Hold, hold onto your blinfold
Gather your repertoire
of stolen metaphors
Low, lead me back
let me never forget
we are guided by the ghosts
we used to know
Low, or so the story goes
you havenit said a word
since late December and
Know, were never in control
never give up your soul, your soul
Low, lead me back
let me never forget
the brightest of days
are the ones that we spent
Let it shine across the towns
we used to know
And drift out of focus
that you would belie yourself
for someone elses dreams
And drift out of focus
that you would belie yourself
for someone elses dreams