Melting honeycomb
Tie my shoelace on my own
That boy laughing
Wearing my hands (?)
To pull be back in
Home, home, home
To your love
Home, home, home
To your love
Climb down the oak tree
Feeling the dry grass
Under my feet
Im here without you
Holding on, holding on
Nothing to lose
And I dont mind
You protecting me
To the end us
And I dont mind
You protecting all the others
You, you carried me in
To bed from the car
I painted your face
But I had to ask
Permission to go
But dont go to far
And we like to watch
All the flickering stars
You dont like your face
But thats who you are
I got all those shells
And put them in a box
How far would you go
If I didnt want to stop
I looked in your eyes
And it was all gone
Home, home, home
To your love
Home (to your love)
Home (to your love)
Home (to your love)
To your love (to your love)

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