I build my house somewhere On memories of you A hollow field (I've made) And wondering where I've gone In lines made perfect One chance to run away Angel wings, marmalade So I'm (Covering) 'Til my death Lord although I burn I am so cold You've sent me Off alone in the wind You have let me go Call of ever nation, call of every heart A part of my own sense of what is right A part of my own sense of where it went wrong In lines made perfect One chance to run away Angel wings, marmalade So I'm (Covering) 'Til my death Everytime I am safe (Gotta find) The fire, every tear, every choice, every breath You have let it go 'cause when misty skies won't last Only what is left is what you show The call of every nation, the call of every heart Part of my own sense of what is right A part of my own sense of where it went wrong Part of my own sense of what is right A part of my own sense of where it went wrong