This coffee doesn't taste the same
And all the city streets that have known my name are changing
Or maybe it's me
It never rains in summer here
But it's been gray all year
And I think I like it
And I think you do too
We're snuggled up in blankets
Trying to keep the world outside
But all the walls I've built are crumbling inside my mind
And I feel like a phoenix
Because I am higher than I've ever been
Lower in the depths of letting go
And I feel my form turn into light
A voice inside me saying Let Your Colors Show
You know that I'll be there
When you get home
You know that I'll be there
When you get home
