| And oh my dear* | |
| I had a good idea | |
| Let's lay these bones to rest | |
| Build it all over and start again' | |
| Cause I know | |
| That if you dare to hope | |
| That if you dare to try | |
| To rebuild the pieces of your life | |
| Then you'll find | |
| The things you held so dear | |
| The things you held so close | |
| Were never ever really yours | |
| And what's left | |
| That vacuous empty shell | |
| Is ready to be refilled | |
| With all the love you should have had | |
| And rip it up | |
| Rip it all apart | |
| This place that our parents built | |
| We'll let it all burn down to the ground' | |
| Cause I'm tired | |
| Of these suited lies | |
| Of policies laid to break | |
| And words that you'll never ever shake | |
| We are nearly home | |
| And we're nearly home | |
| And we're nearly home | |
| [2x:] | And we're nearly home |
| And oh my dear | |
| I had a good idea | |
| Let's lay these bones to rest | |
| Build it all over and start again |