The roof is caving innAnd I'm searching for signsnOf open doors and open, and open...nnPlease don't speak when I'm trying to say goodbyenThis is a moment that I can't help but to think aboutnOur cramping limbs upon four tyresnnAir raids have proven there worth back at our temporary retreatnWe know instability helps promote tragedy insidennThe roof is caving innAnd I'm searching for signsnOf open doors and open skiesnnAs we set our sights on anything we wantnTo help forget where we are fromnIt seems with every place I've been to;nI'm in love with every face and monumentnThat won't remind of homennCould a caption help explain these nights and photographsnTo prove I might be better off?nBetter off living stories I'd dream upnI know these words mean more thannWhat I've written down on papernWhat's been typed in my computernIt's just their meaning can't be sentnnThe roof is caving innAnd I'm searching for signsnOf open doors and open skiesnAs we set our sights on anything we wantnTo help forget where we are fromnIt seems with every place I've been to;nI'm in love with every face and monumentnThat won't remind of homennI'd better sink this quarter, to brace my wishnAnd lift it from the groundnFrom where people are only pacing sidewalksnAt noon hour, over any time of daynSleeping is healing, but it could hold us downnnAs we set our sights on anything we wantnTo help forget where we are fromnIt seems with every place I've been to;nI'm in love with every face and monumentnThat won't remind of homennAs we set our sights on anything we wantnTo help forget where we are fromnIt seems with every place I've been to;nI'm in love with every face and monumentnThat won't remind of home