There's a door that never stands in the dark
There are walls that always float in my head
And how could this have paralyzed
The shattered lines
I am bringing back the kid is all my fault
I am slipping in a way I've done before
If I had another way I could have answered in time
It's just a little late to get my home back
There is a wall that always drifts in my head
There is a porch that always dwells in silence
There is a second thought of every dimension
And I construct the silence
It's just a little late to get my home back