Is This Called Home - Lucy Rose, Anatole

When you’re running out

And you hear them coming like an army loud

No time for packing

When you’re running out

You fall to the ground

But you’re holding on

Is this called home?

Land turns to dust

This can’t be home

Time’s running out for us

Now my head is sore

And no one’s around

To help me feel pure

Am I the monster?

Did I deserve all of those words?

'Cause I still bleed

Is this called home?

Land turns to dust

This can’t be home

Where are you now for me?

Let me hold your hand

Let me hold your hand

Let me hold your hand

Let me hold your hand

Let me hold your hand

Let me hold your hand

Let me hold your hand

Let me hold your hand