Woorden: Sons & Daughters. House In My Head.

Sometimes the conversation is a road to the south
Beyond the leaking roof, to the dry mouth
Sometimes intrepidation is the roadkill in me
Oh, walk on in and solve the mystery

Single configuration, I'm out on bended knee
Oh, call for help, I'm separating free

House in my head has left me for dead
This house in my head, I'm going home
House in my head has left me for dead
House in my head, and I'm going home

Sometimes the conversation leads roads out to the south
Past leaking roofs and dry, dry mouths
So this isolation hole too hard on me
It was somebody I knew threw away the key

House in my head has left me for dead
This house in my head, and I'm going home
House in my head has left me for dead
House in my head, and I'm going home

Sometimes a conversation is a road to the south
Past leaking roofs and a drying mouth
Footsteps inside this nation follow tracks, comparted train
When I felt this funeral march along my brain

House in my head has left me for dead
This house in my head, I'm going home
House in my head, you've left me for dead
House in my head, and I'm going home

Out of the street lights
Out of the street lights
Out of the street lights
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