Back Home - Cold

When she walks into the room

They look up to see her face

All the glitter falls on her

And the rooms her stage

Dont you think youve had enough

Do their claws make sores

Take my hand and come away

And ill take you home

I wont turn around, cant be afraid

Takin you all the way back home

Innocence gone, cant be the same

Takin you all the way back home

Will the world still be the same

Even if your gone

When the pillars start to fade

And the rooms just walls

Dont you think youve had enough

Do there claws make sores

Take my hand and come away

(And I’ll take you home)

Dont you think youve had enough

Whats the gun there for

Take my hand and fly away

And I’ll take you home

Dont you think youve had enough

Whats the gun there for

Take my hand and come away

And I’ll take you