I’m always rushing home
Every time I lose my tongue
Standing in a crowd
Very quiet, my hands go moist

Keep the curtains closed
Gaining some distance
You connect I disconnect

I’m closing the door
I’m scratching the floor
I am home but I don’t feel safe anymore

A padded cell
A soft hell
I am home but I don't feel safe anymore

Need to go out again
What ́s around the bend?
Must pull myself together
Must face the fear and tell I’m here

Ropes are holding me back
In the closet- look through the crack
No one is knocking at the door
I’ve got ice in the core