there were days i didn't think
days i didn't think at all
and there were days i thought
days i thought much too much

couldn't figure out what could fix my soul
what could heal me and be my home
need the tunnel to see the light brighter
need to rise above the higher

feel my soul
be my home
understand
take my hand
feel my soul
be my home
understand
be my man

messing my mind, messing my life
re-arranging my fear of heights
thinking about me without you
that's when i knew what to do

altough i broke my brains trying to get it
tried to separate the good things and the shit
the line is thin and i want to win
one day i'll know how to spin the king

it almost took my life trying to decide
experience what to be newborn is like
i'm going to explore if i can find
if i can find a way out of my mind
do you get something out of nothing
or is it worthless after all
to even try to fix the loving
without leaving, leaving me so sore

have you ever felt my soul?
how could a homeless be my home?
you're not the one to understand
you're not the one to take my hand
have you ever felt my soul?
how could a homeless be my home?
you're not the one to understand
you're not the one to be my man