My head
My head down
My head till morning

I lay my head
Down

I lay my head
I lay my head down
My head down
Till morning come

I’ve never known a sun that hangs so high
We writhe to a drum that never goes awry

The shores are tidy
The sea is quiet
Where do my mess and I abide?

The crowd is smiling
The air is bright
Where do despair and sorrow hide?

In these walls
In these walls

Clever is the child who knows what’s out of bounds
But tender are the eyes that trace your ins and outs

Is this our ceiling
And our doors closed
The air is thick, the lights are low

And still I'm feeling
Like I'm exposed
The house will hear, the house will know

In these walls that hold my body
Where bloom the blue and unruly
In these halls and all their stories
Is there room for me

Where can I make a bed
Where I’m always enough
Where I lay down my head
And I love who I love

Can I sound my own voice
If I scream will you hear?
Can I hold my own joys
Without doubt and without fear?

Can I be me and we be yours
And still be your utopia
Can we rebel and still be held
By this house that you call ours
Can we be wrong and still belong
To this home you built for us
Is there room for all of us

In these walls?

(I lay my head)
(I lay my head down)
(My head down)
(Till morning come)

In these walls
In these walls
In these walls

(My head till morning)