Movement.

We're home now, honey, there's no reason to be afraid.

The lights are turning on, look at the bed that sister laid.

The windows are shut, the breeze will not bring fright,

And the doors are locked, they won't get in tonight.

My tainted scruples won't let me look you in the eyes.

My burning heart won't let me pass you by.

My lips that shake can only tell a lie.

And my cold feet will always make me say goodbye.

Tear stained bed,

Tears stain red.

Bruises stain blue,

And I'll always stain you.

My father made a fire,

burned up all potential.

I walked over to the ashes,

shadowed figures of credentials.

Everyday, everyday, sleeping in the sun,

my work here is never done.