This Is My Home

This is a sound of no words,
Returning in echoes I've heard,
Nothign from you now,
For too long,
Be the best of ourselves,
Back into corners with shelves,
Only to keep you there,
Only to hide.

How can you live far away?
This is my home,
And its easier to see,
From far away,
That we are alone.

Now are we meant to sell clothes,
Tied up in ribbons and bows,
Everythings easier than before,
And is this distance too far,
To pick up the pieces and shards,
That you have left behind,
For me to find.

How can you live far away?
This is my home,
And its easier to see,
From far away,
That we are alone.

How can you live far away?
This is my home,
And its easier to see,
From far away,
That we are alone.

How can you live far away?
This is my home,
And its easier to see,
From far away,
That we are alone