Album: Searching In The Sarchasm
a little coffee and the smell of holiday cinnamon rolls
the sofa's softer with a blanket and pillow and dog
laugher bounced off the frames that hang on these four walls
and we'd gather closer, light a fire, whenever we got cold
but now it's so empty with change
I used to think that this house seemed great, but…
it's not home without you, it's not home if you're not here
when I wake up and I'm all alone, this place ain't home
you've had a long day and I strangely wanna hear you complain
just to hear your voice, it makes me melt (ah) and drip away
I could use some cold toes on my shin underneath the sheets
you see, just to know you're there helps me forget about everything
if we blast off to live on a star
I know I'll be warm cause home's where you are
I wish you'd come back home
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