Let me show you my hometown, if you dare, follow me. We have to go way down, deep down into the heart of this city and if you will, I will tell you how it's like to be me. Let's walk those abandoned halls where all caretakers are long gone. All the way up you just see grey and rotten walls and the ground is made out of tears and bone. And if you try you will understand why sometimes I'm better off on my own. And it's funny how it looks from above, then everything seems well organized and plain. But if you go there looking for love, you might have to check in later again, 'cause sometimes in my hometown lives a dog wearing a crown prowling 'round in the rain. And I hope that you get what's between the lines of what Ive said, 'cause its the best I can explain.