Snow

I make the money and you make the bread

Small house with an old torn picket fence

I make it funny and you make the beds

One cat one dog and a little shed

I don't wanna leave

I don't wanna grow

But sometimes it feels like my head is made of snow

I don't want to see

Could you stay here with me?

While all the time passes by and this is home

And This is home

this is home

I sail the seas while you wait for me

Long calls it's my sixth show in a week

I light one up it stays on me

Small fight but it ends in a kissing spree

I don't wanna leave

I don't wanna grow

But sometimes it feels like my head is made of snow

I don't want to see

Could you stay here with me?

While all the time passes by and this is home

And this is home

this is home