"1993" lyrics



1993, in the middle of a dark night
a coffee cup hits the wall and the lights go on.
No one moves, no one says a damn thing
about the child screaming down the hall.

And as the quarrel moves a little further down the hall;
a father’s tears soak the carpet in a home that’s grown so cold.

But where have our families gone,
the ones that we used to know?
It seems the golden age died so long ago.
I used to call this house my home.

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