Overhead, the sky seems almost clear And the fire has seen the water dry And age falls back on itself again ♪ Save yourself Stay warm by the hope you hold like I do, I do ♪ What kind of home is this? What kind of home is this? I don't know, I don't care what time of day it is "Send me more water, and now" she cried And the clock rolls it's tired eyes Wait until morning Hold out until it comes Heaven know where all this goes Wasted thoughts that find no words Are you listening? Are you listening ♪ What kind of home lets the cold winds blow in From the badlands around where we are? And how can a moment burn down the bridges We've worked hard, so long to secure It's a fine time for kind hearts to hang up their fine thoughts And throw all regret to the fire And burn with their memory, the wounds And the reveries that all of their efforts have bought Gainsay resigning and challenge maintained We conquer the victim to counter the circumstances behind our loss So constantly flared up by the emotion And their sanity is bound clearly firm ♪ It's not a question of superstition, there is no need to be afraid