The language of the household

Is floorboard Morse Code

Before me you'll grow old

I'll still be your scapegoat

You mope around the ground floor

Scratching the contours

Free me you implore

We're snowbound in cold war

I don't feel like going out today

The light burns my eyes

When the sky is grey

I hope that someday

You pack your bags and move away

I'm so embarrassed that I carry your name

It's not a contract when your bloods not the same

If there is one thing from you I have gained

I know I'll never grow up to be the man you became

I don't feel like going out today

The light burns my eyes

When the sky is grey

I hope that someday

You pack your bags and move away

I'll still be your scapegoat

I don't feel like going out today

The light burns my eyes

When the sky is grey

There must be some place

Where the colour does not fade

It would draw me in

Like a moth to a flame