Suburbio -

There’s a door that never stands in the dark

There are walls that always float in my head

And how could this have paralyzed

The shattered lines

I am bringing back the kid is all my fault

I am slipping in a way I’ve done before

If I had another way I could have answered in time

It’s just a little late to get my home back

There is a wall that always drifts in my head

There is a porch that always dwells in silence

There is a second thought of every dimension

And I construct the silence

It’s just a little late to get my home back