He could feel it in his bones
Like a skeleton his fragile frame was violently exposed
Prized fighter with his back against the ropes
Amidst the heavy fire she knew she loved him still
As the moon lit the frames on the window sill
We're haunted by the ghost behind the barn
Wake up, give yourself a second chance to be saved
But only if you want to
Final lap of display, will curse the darker days as the curtain falls
And the crowd sings out
Home is where your heart is, home is where you left it
Home is what you make it,
You were swallowed in a fog
Wrapped around the coast it drifted up onto West Boulevard
Like a flower you were searching for the sun
And you saw the world through a clearer lens
Til the ice broke away at the river bend
We were in too deep though we knew we needed more
Wake up, give yourself a second chance to be saved
But only if you want to
Final lap of display, will curse the darker days as the curtain falls
And the crowd cries out
Home is where your heart is, home is where you left it
Home is what you make it
All these leaves floating high
Constellations in the smoke filled skies will feed the heavy fire
Wake up, give yourself a second chance to be saved
But only if you want to
In the final lap of display, will curse the darker days as the curtain falls
And the crowd sings out
Home is where your heart is, home is where you left it
Life is what you make it