Darling come home, I never wanted you to go,nI thought this space would make me grow,nBut I’m not happy yet,nDarling, I’m bored; I don’t hear voices anymore,nI was content to be ignored,nAnd I’m not happy yet,nThere’s too much in your life to fear,nThere’s too much in your life to ever know what living feels like,nDarling, come home, I over rated this alone,nIntrepid start, but now it shows,nThat I’m not happy yet,n‘Cos there’s too much in your life to fear,nThere’s too much in your life, for real,nThere’s too much in your life,nTo ever know what living feels like,nIn there somewhere, the myth of anSoul in torment, one year too old,nBut there you are, there you are, in the lead, in the lead,nGoing faster, going faster, than you need,nBut there is smoke in the background, hope in the background.