Thomas
These four walls don't make no home
I'm here with you but still alone
Unspoken thoughts fill my head
Unspoken words that should be said
So let it out before it blows
This pressure point is getting close
No, these four walls don't make no home
I'm here with you but still alone
I'm so afraid the things I'll say
Will hurt you so, drive you away
Things can't go on the way they are
We've let it go just much too far
So let it out before it blows
This pressure point is getting close
No, these four walls don't make no home
I'm here with you but still alone