♪ Girls are running around and turning heads ♪
♪ Of the boys upon the back street ♪
♪ Broken glass, graffiti on the wall ♪
♪ The dream left on the concrete ♪
♪ Now all the thoughts that I have tried to hide ♪
♪ Come knocking on the door with no end in sight ♪
♪ Come down slow,
I miss the feeling of a broken home ♪
♪ And everyone here has a place to go,
everybody but ♪
♪ Morning calls again, there's no reply ♪
♪ When I'm back in the back seat ♪
♪ Bruises, scraping knees and starting fights ♪
♪ Then run away for the night ♪
♪ And all the thoughts that I have tried to hide ♪
♪ Come knocking on the door with no end in sight ♪
♪ Come down slow,
I miss the feeling of a broken home ♪
♪ And everyone here has a place to go,
everybody but me ♪