This is not where I belong, but I always return (perdonad los errores gramaticales)

I hear a sound
a voice inside,
my heart is shouting,
a shot, a claim.
I can't understand it,
I can't say why
but I always return
to my no-home.
Eire is wishpering,
-yes, my love,
I can hear you
but there's nothing I can do
because I'm stuck in this lonely room,
in this bloody body
and I can't fly to you.