Someone bring home the dead,
Back from the red,
Who couldn't find a home in this head.
It was as if were glass,
Pieces so many, countless pennies,
All just not to bend,
So, I took it till the end,
Let it all melt, till all was dead.

Someone bring home,
A solemn song, not a shiny rug,
A shooting star that may still have some luck on.
I couldn't find the folklore,
That would promise me to be mine,
And not to be yours.

Someone bring home,
Bring home the one who left,
Home the one who just said,
I won't be afraid,
I would be so brave to tread.

Someone bring me a home.
Take the pheromone,
Remind me the sermon that said,
They could bring back a dead,
Hide the voice that read unsaid,
Give me back my head.
Someone bring home the dead,
Or is, has it been too late to mend?