Текст песни Home. - September Stories
These
walls
have
worn
straight
through
This
house
is
cold
without
you
These
halls
have
changed
colors
They're
not
quite
the
same
as
when
I
was
younger
The
drawers
turned
out
and
contents
on
the
floor
Cabinets
still
half
stocked
but
the
hinges
broke
on
the
door
The
rooms
neglected
with
boxes
laid
askew
Posters
covering
the
walls
showing
peeling
dried
glue
I've
chipped
the
paint
off
of
every
inch
of
the
wall
To
see
if
I
could
recognize
it
at
all
or
even
be
able
to
tell
what's
aged
it
horribly
But
I
think
when
we
cleaned
out
the
rooms
and
abandoned
the
halls
We
stripped
the
life
from
these
walls
It
depleted
everything
that
let
us
call
this
house
our
own
This
place
is
similar
to
what
I
had
once
known
But
I
don't
know
if
I
could
ever
call
it
home
These
walls
have
worn
straight
through
(Worn
straight
through)
This
house
is
cold
without
you
I've
referred
to
this
house
as
a
home
for
the
last
time
While
it
holds
memories
of
my
youth
There's
something
here
that
still
feels
empty
It's
like
the
life
was
withdrawn
from
the
walls
when
you
left
When
this
family
changed
to
only
two
Like
when
the
paint
was
removed
but
we
still
found
nothing
underneath
new
But
I've
learned
that
what
we
call
home
isn't
where
we're
born
Or
any
situation
we're
thrown
into...
But
it's
where
we're
able
to
cope
with
these
memories
we've
long
outgrew
These
walls
have
worn
straight
through
(Worn
straight
through)
This
house
is
cold
without
you
I
haven't
slept
in
days
(Haven't
slept
in
days)
I
never
slept
there
anyways
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