There's days I feel you and days I go through a never ending curse. Some nights I'm broken, some nights I'm hoping and I don't know what's worse. Yes I see shadows deep in the hollows, a hint that you'll return. And then I hear you, it's nice to meet you just sitting in your urn. Cause I'm not seeing you as a place I call my home. Yes all I see in you is dust... just dust. I know you hear me just oh so clearly, I'm speaking through my soul. The fire's burning, my stomach's turning, I'm sinking down this hole. I'll tell my story till we reach morning and then I'll find a home. I'll hold a box down inside a small town, a place to call my own.