Hold, where you can hold your hands together all you please Won't erase those tender tidings you endured You were just another family member on their knees Just a social work statistic out the door They beat against the tender sightings of your soul With all those pretty little hammers of control And where they are tonight, well, you will never know But I swear that I will find them now ♪ More, it's more than just a simple question of decay It's more than all those fists that beat into your door It's more than all of the shrinks that told you you're okay It's more than anything that I have waited for They beat against the tender sightings of your soul With all those pretty little hammers of control And if they even can remember, I don't know But I swear that they'll remember now ♪ Home, it's just another word you'll always push away Just a memory you wear outside your clothes And it will burn down into cinders and someday They will burrow down to their parental holes They beat against the tender sightings of your soul With all those pretty little hammers of control And if they've ever paid a price, well, I don't know But I swear that they will pay one now