No One's Home lyrics

No one's home And there's snow on the ground I dissolve with eyes shut closed Transcend flesh Bitter taste of words I haven't said Programmed stress Meditate on hands from which you're fed Bodies rot to make room for babies Plants breathe out and we breathe in And days bring sons and daughters Transcend flesh Bitter taste of words I haven't said Programmed stress Meditate on hands from which you're fed