An empty throatnUnder the streetlights I don’t knownA broken homenAnd bones don’t fit right anymorennWe could be living herenWe could be living herenWe could be living herenOnly when we sleepnOnly when we sleep--------nnTwo broken homesnTook broken homes to broken lowsnA lonely soulnUnload it out all over townnnWe are at peacenWe are at peacenWe are at peacenOnly when we screamnOnly when we screamnnWe never have to go awaynNever have to go awaynNever have to go awaynNever have to go away.