When I come home
I know it´s you that I´ll find
Pacing the floors once again
I know that I´m bored
I´m staying in bed too long
Counting the holes in the door

Damaged is the way I feel
My life is running away

Alone I´m a mess
I don´t care how long it´s been
I know I´m just wasting away
The clothes on the floor
Just like the mountains outside
The prison I live every day

I want to know if this is real
All of these things that I feel
I want to know if this is real
All of these things that I feel

When I come home
I know it´s you that I´ll find
Pacing the floors once again