I'm sick and tired of hanging out my window
I've learnt from past experience rain can't make flowers grow
And friends don't stick around
They go which way the wind blows
You're never safe and sound, 'til all the doors are closed
Doors closed
Doors closed
When you're awake and your own shadows turn into ghosts
Soon it will all fall apart
And their roads will have no way
And you'll be the one laughing
As their fences fade away
And instead of being left there, feeling all alone
Break down the house you made of match sticks
And set fire to their throne
To the throne
To the throne
When you're awake and your own shadows turn into ghosts
Home becomes what you're scared of the most
Home becomes what you're scared of the most
When shadows turn into ghosts
It's what you're scared of the most
I'm pulling pictures off the wall watching smiles as they fall
I'm pulling pictures off the wall watching smiles as they fall
I'm pulling pictures off the wall watching smiles as they fall
I'm pulling pictures off the wall
I'm pulling pictures off the wall watching smiles as they fall
When you're awake and your own shadows turn into ghosts
When you're awake and your own shadows turn into ghosts
Home becomes what you're scared of the most
Home becomes what you're scared of the most
When shadows turn into ghosts
It's what you're scared of the most
