sure i was young then, but i feel much younger now laying long enough i became your cloud i felt the rain drop through my fingers, writing your tears on the page
watchin fievel goes west and falling asleep fell back into this bad, bad dream the one where you become an angel and i just stare and ache
cuz you, you were my home and i was broken stomachs lined with heat til they were golden
all my material things just end up stolen and you, you were my home you were my home x 2