The World - The Family Crest

Build yourself an empty home

Mold it out of soot and stone

Hide your little love away

Keep it from the light of day

'Cause all the things that he can do

Love, here he cannot hurt you no more

But when you go

I hope you know

That the world’s just not the same

Move away into the night

Pull the curtains up so tight

Hold yourself off from the sun

Hide away from everyone

'Cause all the things that he can do

Well, here he cannot hurt you

Sometimes you break the mold

Sometimes your heart is cold

Set away with your demons

Here dear, you must stay clear of his heart

'Cause he threw it like a stone

Through your windows

But I really hope you know

That we hope that you’ll come back around

And I hope you know

That when you let go

The world will heal another one