歌词
\"Saturday’s joy was a fool’s pursuit as expected
Now I’m planning my funeral
Over Sunday’s cold breakfast
Bitterness is lonely
But there’s wisdom in pain
For a second I lost my head
But it was right where I left it
Make a house a home
You’re living there alone
Make a house a home
You’re living there alone
Small mercy
Come find me
I’m ready to be found
Wipe it all clean and move through me
With confidence and care
There’s a ghost in the machine
And it carries the serenity prayer
If judgement is a mirror
The pain killer is a little lampoon
It’s something like seeing myself in the back of a spoon
Make a house a home
You’re living there alone
Make a house a home
And take care of your own
Small mercy
Comfort me
Come find me
I’m ready to be found \"
Written by: Emme Woods, Luke Boyce
