In this house where I grew up,
With cosy chairs and broken cups,
Memories piled up to the ceiling.
Can they tell what I am feeling?
I know this house outside and in,
But three birds fly upon my skin,
Lay my head down in the darkness
Like so many nights before this.
In this bed where I rest,
I’m homeless.
This house I know best,
But I’m homeless.
My hunger, it grows
And it won’t let me go.
And it burns in my chest,
I’m homeless.
Heavy steps on hardwood floors,
Into my room through broken doors,
Try to leave this day behind me
But peace will never find me.
In this bed where I rest,
I’m homeless.
This house I know best,
But I’m homeless.
My hunger, it grows
And it won’t let me go.
And it burns in my chest,
I’m homeless.
I have a place I can call my own,
That’s where I go till the night is gone.
I travel my mind and into my heart,
Nobody knows when I go that far.
In this bed where I rest,
I’m homeless.
This house I know best,
But I’m homeless.
My hunger, it grows
And it won’t let me go.
And it burns in my chest,
I’m homeless.