i could never explain why i always go back to where i shouldn t be rightfully so it seems that we re thinking i knew what i wanted when it grew i changed my mind but i m tired of running you are my peace when i fall to pieces you are the floor beneath my feet and when i m so close to leaving it all its your voice that leads me home and i know where i belong so the new year begins but the old has before moving on i can t explain why i keep going back but i know that its not where i should be but i m tired of running you are my peace when i fall to pieces you are the floor beneath my feet and when i m so close to leaving it all its your voice that leads me home and i know where i belong i spun myself into a web my intentions where entangling threads and i struggle to be free every movement spun entangled me you are my peace when i fall to pieces you are the floor beneath my feet and when i m so close to leaving it all its your voice that leads me home and everything is nothing without you are the voice that leads me home and i know where i belong