Оригинален текст
This is him, when i begin
call him tied, call him taken
call him anything but shaken
call him wasted, call him shaved
call him anything by made
call that firepile a home
don't give away the end
i come back
i rush to wait
where the pavement starts to crack
i put my foot down
the sidewalk's so hot
think of all the junk
i could lay my hands on
purify my heart
that firepile's your home
your baby's running faster
count the times i left my clothes out
count the tires one more time
count the times i let the air out
that firepile's your home
and you're mine