Foreigner

Lets take it to the end
where I have heard it will all start,
A body trapped in a foreign land
a soul ripped apart


There is a ghost which lives outside my window
walks in the kitchen when I pretend to be asleep,
Have left behind the smiling faces in the picture
moving scenes, blurred images
too hard to catch, too hard to keep

Had it been my home I would have spoken it that way,
had it been my home somebody would have loved me that way
Fireflies threaten to burn my house down,
for I am not like them, not their own