I look just like I look just like my father We share a common We share a common structure A simple law A simple law of nature We cut the root that holds We cut the cord that binds us We hear

Don't send me back, don't send me home It's too full of the ghosts I know I am a wayward son, I am a wrecking ball I'm at the gates, I wait in hope Frozen by the eastern cold I was in Berlin, I w

(Verse) These last few days you've seen me at my best And a closed book is as open as I get When it's bad though, it is bad You'll find me thirty feet in an ocean deep Left alone, sealed in stone