Catching tear drops with my hand

It's Saturday nigh of a cold mid June in Auckland
I'm alone in a house near the city center,
there are mice surrounding me. They are everywhere.
I have tears in my eyes. I miss home, but where is home?
It's timne for me to create my own home.
It's time to grow up. All the good music in the world
will not be enough to keep me sane. It's a damn cold night
Another one away from him.
I'm alone in a house full of mice. I'm alone with my
own cold soul.
It's so close now. So close that I can almost taste it.
I'm alone with myself in an old empty house.