You're calloused, but you don't even know.
I'm picking at my scabs, I'll let all the bruises show.
I'll never forget, what all these feeling meant.
Flying home for a funeral, was my last regret.
I hear a telephone three-thousand miles from home.
Do you even really care? Your heart is just a stone.
I'll never forget, what all these feeling meant.
Flying home for a funeral, was my last regret.