i build my house somewhere on memories of you a hollow field and wondering where i ve gone in lines made perfect one chance to run away angel wings marmelade so i m till my death lord although i burn i am so cold lo you ve sent me off alone in the wind you have let me go call of ever nation call of every heart a part of my own sense of what is right a part of my own sense of where it went wrong in lines made perfect one chance to run away angel wings marmelade so i m till my death everytime i am safe the fire every tear every choice every breath you have let it go cause when this disguise won t last only what is left is what you show the call of every nation the call of every heart part of my own sense of what is right a part of my own sense of where it went wrong part of my own sense of what is right a part of my own sense of where it went wrong