Come home to the sound of bending stone
Distilled to a proof uncomfortable
Caught between the shapes of the family pain
It's the cornerstone you need
It's half controlled release
Oh what it did to me
To be pruned from the family tree
Oh what it did to me
Please pick up
I think I'm in need of some love
Selective touch
A far reach from your warm hugs
You press your hands into my temples
Seconds turn minutes to hours to never again
It was the sound of closing doors
In search of something more
It was the sound of closing doors
It feels like I only look back
To remember the score
These days are painfully long
I should know myself more
You told me
"These are the strings that connect our bones" but I'm sure
Mistakes were made, we were misplaced
Our mothers were warned
I'll be found
Slowly washing ashore
Burn down the house
Make a fire to keep me warm
If I could say anything
I don't know anymore
I'm supposed to go
But I won't
