The key does not fit
And the lock does not open
For this place I called home
Is no longer my own
Will they know the feeling
As they gaze from
The second floor window
"This draft gives me goosebumps
As the rain dribbles down the glass
And the dog is howling
As it thunders over the veranda
But it can't touch me
I am safe
I am home"
The season has changed
And you've moved away
Now the rain's pouring
And I don't feel safe
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 5:22 PM UTC
The key does not fit
And the lock does not open
For this place I called home
Is no longer my own
Will they know the feeling
As they gaze from
The second floor window
"This draft gives me goosebumps
As the rain dribbles down the glass
And the dog is howling
As it thunders over the veranda
But it can't touch me
I am safe
I am home"
The season has changed
And you've moved away
Now the rain's pouring
And I don't feel safe