I feel dead from above the waist down
Watching citadels burn to the ground
No walls keep my love in time
I can't possess it from the outside
Don't talk of home, talk of home
Don't talk of home, talk of home
Down the halls I have seen many ghosts
While the grandfather clock's in its throes
Those walls keep our secrets inside
You can't possess it from the outside
Don't talk of home, Don't talk of home...
Ah...,
Don't talk of home (repeat till fade)