The Bear Quartet - Roads Home lyrics

all my friends all those rapid losing ends can't show me how I should be wearing my coat against the cold where good intentions croak I walk a road and it's called home and the part of me that's about to die would never tell you a cruel lie hoarse ghosts now live where all our hopes froze and indifference is the prime distance that's how the story goes through what's best left untold the old neighbourhoods all the sad houses stare could you find warmth around here cutting through the woods I walk a road and it's called home and the part of me that's about to cry won't leave me dry is all I can satisfy hoarse ghosts now live where all our guts froze and indifference is the prime distance that's how the story goes