Breadcrumbs

Four steps away from your front door

I stop to breathe and I take two steps more

The smile doesn't reach my eyes

And nervous laughter turns into a sigh

And it goes on and on and on

We float on nothing's wrong

The breadcrumbs gone, they're gone, they're gone

And we're so far from home

So far and so alone

Somewhere between the three and six

The early hours before the sunlight sticks

I press my face against your back

And felt each fragment of my own chest crack

And it goes on and on and on

You ask me, "Baby, something wrong?"

The breadcrumbs gone, they're gone, they're gone

And we're so far from home. So far and so alone

Two fingertips pressed tight

I made a wish and blew an eyelash into the night

I didn't see it float away

Felt your fingers in my face all day