The sense of fear on which you feed
when the people can't believe the things they read
we've been brought up to feel left out
eclipsed by the shadows of our doubts
The pieces rise and rearrange
and all the smiling faces seem so strange
with tacit symmetry and prose
I feel the doors behind me close
You're here alone inside this crowd
you faced the world and made us proud
But when the bitterness returns there's nothing left to hide the burns
Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrnsssss
I've waited i've written out promises and dreamed a thousand times
still regulated to these minds
like water untainted the sad
quixotic trail I left behind
Somehow it echoes in my mind
And it almost feels like coming home.