And who made that line

So I'm trapped by my own design

I can read all the pictures now

Then I'm changed by the thought somehow

Broken glass lays under my feet and I can't

Come home come home

Broken glass lays under my feet and I can't

Come home come home

The needle picks up and goes

Back to the starting note

The familiar tone

That spirals out here alone

So who can I blame

When I know that it runs the same

I singled you out

It's a feeling I can't explain

Broken glass lays under my feet and I can't

Come home come home

Broken glass lays under my feet and I can't

Come home come home

Come home

Come home