Text: Broken Records. Nearly Home.

And oh my dear
i had a good idea
lets lay these bones to rest
build it all over and start again
cause i know
that if you dare to hope
that if you dare to try
to rebuild the pieces of your life
and you'll find
the things you held so dear
the things you held so close
were never ever really yours
and whats left
that empty vacuumless shell
is ready to be refilled
with all the love you should have had

and rip it up
rip it all apart
this place that are parents built
let it all burn down to the ground
cause I'm tired
of these suited lies
of policy's laid to break
and words that will never ever shake

we are nearly home
and were nearly home
and were nearly home
and were nearly home *2

and oh my dear
i had a good idea
lets lay these bones to rest
build it all over and start again

(Thanks to Scott for these lyrics)