drift from place to place to nowherethe map is full of 
dead end roads
the dreams are all dark or forgotten
my ears are always ringing where my phone does not.
but when you're lost
do you stay put and wait for help
or do you seek to find your way?
risking becoming further lost
all i want is a place to call my own
a place to call my own.
drift from place to place to somewhere
the map is full of borderlines
the dreams are all dark or distorted
my fears are always rising where my heart does not
but when you're lost do you stay where you are
or do you you seek to find your way?
risking becoming further lost
all we want is a place to call our own
a place to call our own.