Home by Joanna Lero

Knock, knock I’m waiting at the door
I know I’m there, the light is on
The world’s inside, the noise is deep
Shall I break in and steal my
Peace, all in, I'm home

I used to know the voice inside
I used to know the answer, why
I choke on words when all is loud
I fall, I forgot
Why am I here, outside?
Who holds the party in my mind
Should I go somewhere else
Or keep my hands away

One day we knock on our own door
Waiting for answers we don’t need to know
All the yelling, waving, drowning
Where do we go now
Home?

I used to know the voice inside
I used to know the answer, why
I choke on words when all is loud
I fall, I forgot
Why am I here, outside?
Who holds the party in my mind
Should I go somewhere else
Or keep my hands away

• Alternative
• alternative rock
• dark
• experimental
• melancholy
• poetic
• singer-songwriter
• synth music
• London