(Pollock/Wright)



Here I sit and I count the hours

The days turn into a stream

These empty walls are filled with power

Of things that aren't what they seem

The home fires are burning tonight on

The memories left laying out here on the ground

The home fires are burning tonight on

All of our dreams lost, we're getting old and not making a sound

If I could have it all anyways

Would the pain be the same

And if I could make it all go away

Would I see anything outside of my empty room

All's in order now the mood here is tame

The air holds nothing, no shame

So here I sit still thinking it over

In a room that eats up the pain

The home fires are burning tonight on

The memories left laying out here on the ground

The home fires are burning tonight on

All of our dreams lost, we're getting old and not making a sound

If I could have it all anyways

Would the pain be the same

And if I could make it all go away

Would I see anything outside of my empty room



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