Scorched pines
Standing silver
Paint solitude
Strangely sound
Wet roads lines with
Rose Bushes
Its not home
But I don't know what that means
I drove 1600 miles
Just to see
If you would notice
But take your space
And I'll take mine
And I'll find
Consolation
In new faces
And new places
Cause I can't find
Sleep
In these unknown walls
That claim
To be my own
I can't find
Sleep
In these unknown walls
That claim
To be my own