Outside the door, lies color grey
It’s waiting for you..
A faceless map, touched by the rain,
I can hear it humming..
No, I won’t go.. It’s not me.. I don’t belong there..
But it’s calling my name in the wind,
I’m not gonna fall for it.

I will stay still.
I’ll make no sound.
When there’s no one to hold my ground,
Pull down the shades - now it’s safe.
You’ve told me once,
I’ll ask you twice -
Is there a better place to hide?
My home, sweet home.

The world is out of its own place.
And no one is being bothered by it,
.. except, well, maybe ghosts.
I’m sure not one of them.

No.. I don’t wanna go.