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 it’s 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