Текст песни Home - Hail the Ghost

Corridors of my youth, cardiac arrhythmia
My only comfort was in the corner of my mind
Where I dug the grave that nobody can find
Home, home
Now the wheel starts to turn
Turning hard, drawing blood
I'm not reaching for a gun named blame
I accept you're still doing the best you can
Home, home, home, home, home, home