This doesn't feel like home at all. Like all of Edens lost and gone. And I've tried rebuilding paradise. But I'm worn and weary from the fall.

Seems nothing I love will ever linger. 'cause everything that's good just slips away. I curse the space between my fingers. And pray your love will somehow stay.

But we all know this hunger for home. We know it like the back of our hands. And we all know that none of us, no none of us are living the lives we planned.

Everything that calls itself love keeps changing the locks. But You say You're an open door. If I would just knock.

Seems nothing I loved would ever linger. And everything that's good just slipped away. But You are closing the space between my fingers. You say Your love will stay.