Scraping sand and stones with the fragile bones walking on this dirty road searching for the reason of why I left them alone I can feel all the dust falling down on my empty heart I remember that those days warming places and brilliant shapes were left all at home all at home, all at home Here we go again in the same empty path struggling in the memory of our adolescence Jealousy and human blames Lurking deeply in the shades I remember that those pains Sharp knife phrases Indelible scrapes were left all at home all at home, all at home I know that it's not something simple It's easier to look back the past But all, all the things you think you left Are here, here right inside you And then when you will try to remember again They will be the power to be yourself They will be the power to be yourself They will be the power of yourself They will be the power of yourself