Carry me home to my insanity;
Hands raised, hearts begged, words ached,
My insanity.

Where’s the world I was taught to love;
Where you can burn and be forgiven,
You can.

Why do you walk on glass, walk in fear;
When heaven is half a world away?
My sanctuary.

You’re a merchant of silence, drive a tough bargain;
Sell me my peace, finger on mottled lips.
You win this time.

Is it me, or are worlds getting clearer;
Me, or your shadows getting longer?
Come back.