Please young lover be wise
And change your ways
There's carnage in your mind
And grace in your taste
You travel to the golden coast someday
Sell your shoes learn to runaway

Where is your home?
Lost on the road
But it's you who's got to change
With blood on your hands
You polish your throne

Carve me apart
And throw all your stones
Blame it on the times
You cut out your heart
And dance on your own

Creep beyond the door
And sink, in quicksand
Freedom is in store
Don't show your hand
Travel to the furthest place you know
Wave those arms learn to let this go

Where is your home?
Lost on the road
But it's you who's got to change
With blood on your hands
You polish your throne

Carve me apart
And throw all your stones
Blame it on the times
You cut out your heart
And dance on your own

But waiting for love
Is like waiting to die
Oh they say enjoy the ride
I'm still in line