Where are you?. . You never knew yourself well enough, hah. But she never knew you at all. And when she put you out on your own. It may have stolen your innocence but not, no not your soul.
There's a riot in the kitchen and the bed's on fire. There's a locket in my pocket that I can't find. Oh oh I'm at the window whistlin' in the wind. I'm at my own front door and I can't get in.