Lyrics

I steal a look between the blinds, I unwind She sleeps in comfort in my arms She is plain, but she is mine Our child is silent but awake I run my hand through his hair I teach him manners and how to Stick up for himself when things get bad I tell him "son, never throw the first punch And if you must fight, make it clean" Shiola, will all be forgiven? Shiola, am I strong enough to start again alone? The taste of home is filling up my mouth Is it wrong to love a family of ghosts? Her door is open, the windows are all up She says "come inside" I live alone, more or less I summon wife, child, and happiness Build them up from the dirt and clay I have to believe that all will be forgiven My heart is overflowing The love and anger coiled into one They take and take, but never get their fill I try and try, but fail against my will I wait and wait for that hand to sweep me up And take me down the road home