I hear their laugh through the door
The little orphan in the hall
She's peeking in the corridor
I always played by the rules
I'll hold on to this little strand of hope
One day I'll have a home to go
But now the water is getting high
I'm wading in my own demise
Is to do as they say, please
I can hear nothing but my heart
Blood rushing out of my ears
What made you think it's so?
The roads paved with gold
I'll hold on to this little strand of hope
One day I'll have a home to go