Broken Home
Who set the stars like diamonds in the sky?
Who let the ocean call to me?
When I was lost I found it in your eyes,
Like a wave sent for me.
I would rather be the one who sets you free.
If only I'd known this house was made of clay
I'd have built it further from the sea.
When I'm alone it's clear as blue.
The world is waiting, but ships are sailing
Your slipping through my hands.
The storms are coming hold on to something
Or this house will never stand.
Are each of us to blame for what we know.
We can't close the door on this broken home.
You've got the smile to take my breath away.
You've got a truth that touches me.
And when you move it's like time's stood still,
And you were dancing just for me.
When we're alone it's clear as blue.
The world is waiting, but ships are sailing
Your slipping through my hands.
The storms are coming hold on to something
Or this house will never stand.
Are each of us to blame for what we know.
We can't close the door on this broken home.
Bricks and stones don't make a home.
I got it wrong
But now I know.
The world is waiting, but ships are sailing
Your slipping through my hands.
The storms are coming hold on to something
Or this house will never stand.
Are each of us to blame for what we know.
We can't close the door on this broken home.
On this broken home.
Who let the ocean call to me?
When I was lost I found it in your eyes,
Like a wave sent for me.
I would rather be the one who sets you free.
If only I'd known this house was made of clay
I'd have built it further from the sea.
When I'm alone it's clear as blue.
The world is waiting, but ships are sailing
Your slipping through my hands.
The storms are coming hold on to something
Or this house will never stand.
Are each of us to blame for what we know.
We can't close the door on this broken home.
You've got the smile to take my breath away.
You've got a truth that touches me.
And when you move it's like time's stood still,
And you were dancing just for me.
When we're alone it's clear as blue.
The world is waiting, but ships are sailing
Your slipping through my hands.
The storms are coming hold on to something
Or this house will never stand.
Are each of us to blame for what we know.
We can't close the door on this broken home.
Bricks and stones don't make a home.
I got it wrong
But now I know.
The world is waiting, but ships are sailing
Your slipping through my hands.
The storms are coming hold on to something
Or this house will never stand.
Are each of us to blame for what we know.
We can't close the door on this broken home.
On this broken home.
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Mark Harmer Nichols, Mathias Salomon Wollo, Don Mescall, Ramin Karimloo
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