Is This Called Home

Lucy Rose

When you're running out
And you hear them coming like an army loud
No time for packing
When you're running out
You fall to the ground
But you're holding on

Is this called home?
Land turns to dust
This can't be home
Time's running out for us

Now my head is sore
And no one's around
To help me feel you
Am I the monster?
Did I deserve all of those words?
'Cause I still believed

Is this called home?
Land turns to dust
This can't be home
Oh, run along for me

Let me hold your hand
Let me hold your hand
Let me hold your hand
Let me hold your hand
Let me hold your hand
Let me hold your hand
Let me hold your hand
Let me hold your hand