The roof is caving in
And I'm searching for signs

Of open doors and open, and open...

Please don't speak when I'm trying to say goodbye

This is a moment that I can't help but to think about
Our cramping limbs upon four tyres


Air raids have proven there worth back at our temporary retreat
We know instability helps promote tragedy inside


The roof is caving in
And I'm searching for signs
Of open doors and open skies


As we set our sights on anything we want
To help forget where we are from

It seems with every place I've been to;
I'm in love with every face and monument
That won't remind of home


Could a caption help explain these nights and photographs
To prove I might be better off?

Better off living stories I'd dream up
I know these words mean more than
What I've written down on paper

What's been typed in my computer
It's just their meaning can't be sent


The roof is caving in
And I'm searching for signs
Of open doors and open skies

As we set our sights on anything we want
To help forget where we are from
It seems with every place I've been to;

I'm in love with every face and monument
That won't remind of home


I'd better sink this quarter, to brace my wish
And lift it from the ground
From where people are only pacing sidewalks

At noon hour, over any time of day
Sleeping is healing, but it could hold us down


As we set our sights on anything we want
To help forget where we are from
It seems with every place I've been to;

I'm in love with every face and monument
That won't remind of home


As we set our sights on anything we want
To help forget where we are from
It seems with every place I've been to;

I'm in love with every face and monument
That won't remind of home