Home Is Where The Heart Is

Home is where the heart is
(home sweet home)

Home sweet home a decorated doormat beckons
Home sweet home the fortress doors are locked in fear.

Home is a construct much too
Heartless, a yearning in the
Darkness of the oh so certain
Knowledge that this world is but a temporary thought.

Broken lie the ties of reverence, replaced by the scramble for any ties at all
Forgotten the ethics of benevolence, god-from-the-box commands what-all is possible
Where privacy is the price we pay, rejoice in frozen isolation
And for lack of home we're forced to stay.

Bitterness sweet comfort of life-desiccated suburbia
Where envy and self-hatred fertilize the lawn
The seeds of paranoia sown on rich receptive ground
Whilst the homeless dead grip tight the unmentionable shroud.

Home is where the heart is, they say
Home is where the heart is, well they got it wrong, didn't they
Home is where the heart is; a domiciliary cardiac arrest
Home is where the heart is – it's where you're finally laid to rest.

Refugees and exiles bury hope in foreign ground.

Homesick forever for a world that cannot be
Yet a vision of the future kindles hope eternally
He who knocks on doors for answers may eventually strike gold
With the final chapter as yet untold.

Home is where the heart is, they say
Home is where the heart is, well they got it wrong, didn't they
Home is where the heart is; a domiciliary cardiac arrest
Home is where the heart is
Home is where you're finally laid to rest.