Alone for a while with myself

I feel so at home in the shade

Alone for the first time in my head

I feel so at ease there instead

Maybe I should leave my home

Maybe I should slip away

A home is a heartache, they tell me

Come in leave your shoes at the door

The phone never rings quite on time

The paint is a dried pool on the floor

Maybe I could finish this

Turn my back and walk away

Maybe I could slip away

At home there's a fire you've left burning

With the frosted designs outline the pane

And the cold winter nights keep on turning

Stealing memories of sunshine and of rain

Maybe I could break this down

Turn around and face the day

Maybe I could slip away

Alone for a while with myself

I feel so at home in the shade

Alone for the first time in my head

I feel so at ease there instead

Maybe I should leave my home

Maybe I could slip away