Tiles

Streams of blood
I wish I could
But I cannot turn back
The beating of my heart
Is all I hear
No, you never knew the hell
I'm going to
I cut myself again

Going home
Going home
To the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles
Home
Going home
To the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles

Dearest night
I am not frightened anymore
You are the one I'm waiting for
I curse the day
I still hear the beat
But you will not succeed
This is the only way

Going home
Going home
To the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles
Home
Going home
To the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles

Flickering, flickering lights
And blazing fires before my eyes
And feel the tiles
No sound but my thundering heart
Lock me in and tear my pain apart
Escape blind on the table
Say grace and fill the parting glass again
Close the door, turn out the lights
Lock me in and I can feel the tiles

Going home
Going home
To the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles
Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles
Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles
Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles
Home
Going home
To the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles
Home
Going home
To the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles
Home
Going home
To the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles
Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles
Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles
Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles