Questions For Dome Chomsky Songtext

The sounds from the old house. The smell of my own breath. Or the closing of the back door. I don't know how I didn't see this coming.

You made us leave so we walked through the cold night. (It's not the first time) You've let this family down. (It should be the last time) I know you can change.

Come on now, you know that it's useless to try and reach out for your future.