My vicious attempt to build your compassion
I construct us in vein, my pride unravels and winds
Discarded my chance, left the comforts of home
Watched the world then divide, you're destroying my body
I kept writing to ghosts The guilt tore up my insides
My faith tangled in prayer and I'll run home to you
From the cold side of France, to the West side of home,
It's cold in this town, I'll see Paris in June
Their prayers fill my head, it's disturbing my sleep
Built my faith on a wire, pulled tight it split at the seams
But despite you in dreams, my palms they still bleed
Bled my love for this world, father I am home