| Morphine swims inside your bloodstream
|
| Plead the night, the swan and the east
|
| Disappear from my sight
|
| He spreads his wings with such irony
|
| Something so cruel makes something so free
|
| Please come soon, Lord knows I want you to come
|
| Home is a relative term, sometimes hope is the same
|
| As help I’ve learned
|
| Morning shatters the words that we think
|
| Wincing the night
|
| I had so much doubt in my mind
|
| He spreads his wings with such irony
|
| Something so cruel makes something so free
|
| Please come soon, Lord knows I want you to come
|
| Home is a relative term, sometimes hope is the same
|
| As help I’ve learned
|
| Home, home |