[Intro]
Family portraits on the floor
Glass in the frames
Dust in the corners
Names carved deep in the kitchen door
All of them crossed over
[Verse 1]
Peeling paint
On the bedroom wall
Tiny height marks
Frozen small
Three cold plates
On the table set
Chairs turned sideways
Like they left mid-argument
[Chorus]
Pictures of a broken home
Scattered on the hardwood
Torn and folded
Silent wars in every pose
Smiles that cracked the day we lost control
All these scenes I used to know
Pictures of a broken home
[Verse 2]
Dad’s old coat
Still on the rail
Smell of work
And bitter ale
Mom’s last note
By the telephone
“Don’t wait up”
Ink cut straight through bone
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I light a match
To the empty rooms
But I can’t burn
What’s under my skin
Every frame
Is a battlefield bloom
Blooming again
Blooming again
[guitar solo]
[Chorus]