[Storyteller.]

It's a dark road
and a dark way that leads to my house.
And the word says,
you're never gonna find me there, oh no.
I've got an open door;
it didn't get there by itself,
it didn't get there by itself.

There's a feeling
but you're not feeling it at all.
There's a meaning
but you're not listening any more.
I look at that open road;
I'm gonna walk there by myself.

And if you catch me,
I might try to run away.
You know I can't be here too long.
And if you let me,
I might try to make you stay.
Seems you never realise a good thing
til it's gone.

Maybe im still searching
but I dont know what it means.
All the fires of destruction are still
burning in my dreams.
There's no water that can wash away
this longing to come clean.

I can't find the joy within my soul.
It's just sadness taking hold.
I wanna come in from the cold
and make myself renewed again.
It takes strength to live this way,
the same old madness every day.
I wanna kick these blues away;
I wanna learn to live again.

It's a dark road
and a dark way that leads to my house.
And the word says,
you're never gonna find me there, oh no.
I've got an open door;
it didn't get there by itself,
it didn't get there by itself.