Cul-De-Sacs/Home Video (MV)

My head in my hands, I sprinted down the lane
I try speaking to my father, he can't know what to say
Oh no, oh no

These memories are drowning me
I wish that I could shut them off
But everywhere I glance around, every surface of this town
You know, you know

But I'll miss all the little cul-de-sacs in the town I used to call my home
Where every door hides a teenage ghost who cries alone
I'll miss all the little cul-de-sacs in the town I used to call my home
Where every door hides a teenage ghost who cries alone

They skin their knees in cul-de-sacs
And raid the cabinets when the blue fades black
Yellow street lights flicker on, and cricket whispers turn to song
They glow, they glow

I'm drawn to friends I've never had
When the wind, it gets this bad
And what I frame, it ain't the truth
Perhaps we never feel our youth
Who knows? Who knows?

But I'll miss all the little cul-de-sacs in the town I used to call my home
Where every door hides a teenage ghost who cries alone
I'll miss all the little cul-de-sacs in the town I used to call my home
Where every door hides a teenage ghost who cries alone

But leaves will always drop, and shimmer on the ground
In high school baseball diamonds
I watched moths circle 'round the lights
Take flight, and burn themselves right down

A spark in your eye, you flick the lighter twice
Some things have changed, but you, you're still the same
How nice, how nice

If home's a place
If home's a place
Where there's no fear
Where there's no fear
Maybe it's right here
Maybe it's right here
Maybe it's right here
Maybe it's right here
Maybe it's right here

If home's a place
If home's a place
Where there's no fear
Where there's no fear
Maybe it's right here
Maybe it's right here
Maybe it's right here
Maybe it's right here
Maybe it's right here