Close skies, taking wages
From the ways that common go
Of it's frightening, and it's loneness
And it's out there, searching and stare

You've got to be... to hold it, to love it
To leave it or it won't belong, aha
To be someone's son, just like him

Lookout, all those faces, 
That conceal their crudest thoughts
It's disgusting, how alive them
Can be trained to rip you apart

You've got to be... to hold it, to love it
To leave it or it won't belong, aha
To be someone's son, just like him
And yes it's creepy, cold sweet home
Till he's no one's son, and it's true

I wanted to go, I wanted to fight
I wanted to get to the top of the white
I did what it could, now it's through
I wanted to crawl, I kneeled down to cry
I picked myself up, take a lot at the sky
I was given the room, to see it through

You've got to be... to hold it, to love it
To leave it or it won't belong, aha
To be someone's son, just like him
And yes it's creepy, cold sweet home
Sound the clickers and it won't be long, aha
Till he's no one's son, and it's true x 2