Coming Home

I miss the better days, I miss the calm of rain We beg to be ourselves I wonder if I tried to understand my faith, would I believe myself? Well, I'm coming home I can taste it and what's left of the sky is gone I've been carving another dream for myself I can face it and what's left of the flag is ours I've been carving another dream for myself I just need to slow down so, give me time to breathe The lightning will find its way to the ground unless it can find me first I wanna fall asleep in a tidal wave Watch me collide as my bones hit the ground I fucking said it, I'm coming home I can taste it and what's left of the sky is gone I've been carving another dream for myself I can face it and what's left of the flag is ours I've been carving another dream for myself Dream for myself Dream for myself I miss the better days I miss the calm of rain We beg to be ourselves Well, I'm coming home I can taste it I can taste it I can taste it I've been carving another dream for myself I can face it and what's left of the flag is ours I've been carving another dream for myself I can taste it I can taste it I can taste it I've been carving another dream for myself