I'd walk down the street to my Grandma's house It was just a few doors from my own
Her roses were dead, but the lights were still on So I let myself in from the cold
I'd take off my shoes cause she hated the dirt And I'd try not to curse while she's home
The smell of the Dettol and oxtail soup She said "Boy, you don't fit in your clothes"
* Amen We said prayers before we ate
My safe haven Take me back to my Grandma's place
I was seven years old when I learnt how to cook And ten when I started to sing
Oh she'd bring me to church And she'd cover my ears
When my dad would scream horrible things And I'd lay on the couch with the plastic wrap
God forbid I spill my J2O She'd read me the Bible, I'd stare at the clock
And ask Grandma, "When's Mum coming home?"
Oh, fifteen years passed, how'd we fall out of touch? So I called to see if you're okay
It rang and it rang and I finally gave up Now I'm paying a lot for that shame
Oh, Aunt Jenny told me you're reaching the end And the blood isn't reaching your heart
And the funeral came in the blink of an eye Oh, I feel like a boy in the dark
