Lyrics Home - Victorian Halls

Home

I used to think I would die young
Surrounded by angels they would tell me I am happy
And pick me up right off the ground
Now they seem to set me down and wait
This lake is warm it’s hard to swim
If I saw you again
I’d pull you down we sink like ships they never found
Without a light to help us sleep
So darling clutch with a fist to touch your rosary
When any port is home at least you’ll keep from cold
I used to be a prime example of the things I didn’t want and now they’ve come
around to bury me
I used to think I would die young
Surrounded by people that I tried to love and they would keep me warm
Now I’m content to be alone
Now I’m sure I’ll die old and forgotten
When I’m on my way home pretend you’re fast asleep and alone.
Clutch your
rosary and die young