Brookly apartament (it's louder than the tv and the radio)

Oh it’s someone’s birthday
And someone’s praying for the day they find the one
Mama’s home again
But no one’s waiting by the door to help you get in

Screaming baby, oh screaming baby
I don’t want it
I wish someone good could take it
A home in you is nothing like a home in me

And it’s louder than the TV and the radio
No one’s moving in or out, I gotta go
Cause a home in you is nothing like a home in me

No one’s laughing
Oh but this kid is trying so hard
They’re home alone
And the old man’s angry all the time about the yelling

You’re dying
Oh I’m hearing when you’re crying
Why am I hurting?
A home in you is nothing like a home in me
A home in you is nothing like a home in me

You’re coming to a home near you
That you know so well
But can you hear the people
That you didn’t know so well?

And did you-u-u
And did ya-a-a
And did you-u-u
And did ya-a-a
And did you-u-u
And did ya-a-a
And did you-u-u
And did ya-a-a

And it’s louder than the TV and the radio
No one’s moving in or out, I gotta go
A home in you is nothing like a home in me
A home in you is nothing like a home in me
Well a home in you is nothing like a home in me