All my friends 
All those rapid losing ends 
Can't show me 
How I should be wearing 
My coat against the cold 
Where good intentions croak 
I walk a road and it's called home 

And the part of me 
That's about to die 
Would never tell you a cruel lie 

Hoarse ghosts 
Now live where all our hopes froze 
And indifference 
Is the prime distance 
That's how the story goes 

Through what's best left untold 
The old neighbourhoods 
All the sad houses stare 
Could you find warmth around here cutting through the woods 
I walk a road and it's called home 

And the part of me 
That's about to cry 
Won't leave me dry 
Is all I can satisfy 

Hoarse ghosts 
Now live where all our guts froze 
And indifference 
Is the prime distance 
That's how the story goes