Blundered In Homes

A room with view wind is playing with the window still
Do I hear silence or is it just the odd man out

So cold next to the fire tools applied to get you higher
Fountains of flames mountains of soil and the odd man out

Whatever it is whoever I am
My name is blundered in homes
Who's the naughty one and who's the bad one
Still in the center of a storm

Caught up by the flames we'll find some legendary names
Far out in the void confusion serves the odd man out

However it is however it may be
My name is blundered in homes
The golden signs of art is tearing me apart
Still there is no kingdom come

A room with the view to the ever changing Nothing New
Upside of the down the dawn will grace the odd man out

Whatever it is whoever I am
My name is blundered in homes
Who's the naughty one and who's the bad one
Still in the center of a storm