Lyrics:
Home, sweet homeTwo walls that I can stareFriends or foesSomething they just can't shareIn my own division of the spaceI can breatheMiracles of fame and moneyHaunt the breezeAn endless fieldWindy Autumn nightsA FireplaceA fusion of burning heartsAnd butterfliesCaught in the traps of snakesBlack snakesThe tube trains like to stampShades, white shadesProtruding from my lampIn my own division of timeI can breathePrisoner of the supreme laws of biology