I sharpen my knife Sweep under the sofa I'm taking a bath with bath in the bubble eye The dream doesn't kill The parts that are dying But its less then we're just That's the trouble with home What I hold is my own That's the trouble with home I walk under the moon I would've stepped with the asteroids And I follow the brightest shadow, cloistered so it shows no memory At the end of the night When the bars are all empty Save the barkeep and his petty bloom That's the trouble with home What I own is my own That's the trouble with home Oh well I can't see That's the trouble with home What I own is my own That's the trouble with home Oh well I can't see, why you would stay with me Im a poor host, Full goblins and ghosts Skeletons say they'll stay But they all dance away Promise you're mine Run my hand down your spine Say braille doesn't lie That's the trouble with home Oh I still feel alone That's the trouble with home Oh well I can't see That's the trouble with home Oh I still feel alone That's the trouble with home Oh well I can't see That's the trouble with home Oh I still feel alone That's the trouble with home Oh well I can't see That's the trouble with home Oh I still feel alone That's the trouble with home Oh well I can't see