Testo Home in Negative

Bricks and mortar and so much more
The piano drifts through an open door
A glass of wine and the twilight fades
Shadows march as the dark invades

Think a witch lives inside the woods
I heard her singing and she plays real good
Crawling into my hiding place A hint of perfume and a touch of lace

You're antisocial but you make my day
I'll always stay with you come what may
How maladjusted and an introvert
I know you're there when I'm lost and hurt

It seems to me that I always wait
A hundred years in this hiding place
Please find me now and release the spell
An age of reason and a tale to tell

You're antisocial but you make my day
I'll always stay with you come what may
How maladjusted and an introvertI know you're there when I'm lost and hurt

So I wait through the winter
Holiday, holiday I wait
So I wait through the summer
Holiday, holiday I wait

So I wait through the winter
Holiday, holiday I wait
Summer me all winter