A storm in the rear view mirror,
A close call, its all become clearer.
A white flag, raised by your head and your heart,
You should take your time, but too soon you find,
A halfway house it feels just like home,
Someone falls for your heart of stone,
And carefully turns it back to glass,
It'll happen so fast,
You're ready to crash.
Repaired, but never unbroken,
A place where you're finally coping again.
Prepared, and almost like clockwork they're there,
A halfway house it feels just like home,
Someone falls for your heart of stone,
And carefully turns it back to glass,
Setting you up for the sweetest crash.
Oh yeah.
Oh oh...
A halfway house it feels just like home,
Someone falls for your heart of stone,
And carefully turns it back to glass,
Setting you up for the sweetest crash.
Oh yeah.
Oh oh...

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