Exile 歌词

I am in exile in my own home, My real home is moving, it's a wandering home I give birth to contradictions, give up on indecision And worry, worry... Nay… I am in exile in my own home, If i join what's moving, i may not notice how it Stirs in me, grows in me… Nay... Kicks me from the inside, waiting to come out, Screams to wake up and pushes it's hands out, It is crawling on it's belly, and onto the floor, To be stepped on by its mother It's an ugly think, with mirrors for eyes With yearning for hands, all broken and wise It screams i want to love you, it screams i want to be inside you Inside you.