In my head there's a place for the broken hearted,nin my sleep there's a house for the ghosts regardednnnA house stream in mountains, n(?)nI'm dreaming,nI'm fallingnWe're screaming, ahhhnnnIn my hands there's a place for the broken heated,nin my sleep theres a house for the ghosts regardednnnMy heart is burning, and turning inside,nMy head keeps turning with nothing to rise (?)nnnIt's not your fault if you love someone else,nin my heart you are waiting here