When will this house become a home? When will you stop wandering alone? You've got a place to lay your head, But do you ever really rest? Though you've got a place to lay your head. I'm coming home in your arms. I find freedom in your scars. I am trapped in this place, Searching for a solid base. Will you hear my call, And help me break down this wall. I'm coming home in your arms. I find freedom in your scars. Now keep your eyes shut, Like you keep your doors locked!