someone else's home

i've checked all the dailies

and subscription mail ins

but where do we come from?

you never stopped dusting

my middle ear's always buzzing

where do we belong?

trust me not 'cause i still don't know

we're not in someone else's

someone else's home

do you really want to exist

past 1946

or have i got you wrong?

when nothing much matters

but shoes

pants and haircuts

the morning engines go

heaven's toast

like the sound they told

we're not in someone else's

someone else's home

we're gonna run away

make your heart my own

and if we're not hot at least we're not

in someone else's home

subscription filled the yellow pills

we're not in someone else's

someone else's home

we're gonna run away

make your heart my own

and if we're not hot at least we're not

in someone else's home