I can't come home to an empty hello; 
I'd rather not be greeted at all, the word is so hollow. 
I can't come to believe that we've sunk this low 
and we seem to continue to fall; first you then we follow. 
I'm holding the rope now, at least we've got one another. 
Please don't let go now, save my sister and brother. 
I can't walk down this street and not start to cry; 
I see a broken door and sunken eyes that see right through. 
I fear that I've created all of these lies to try and uplift you. 
Take me home. A home is more than four walls, 
some rooms, and a set of halls. 
The structure that lives inside can't be subject to divide. 
A home is more than a house; a house you can live without. 
A home must be built with love, and those you've been thinking of. 
I fear I'm loosing ground. This city is all that I need. 
This skyline right before me.