home歌词

i struck up a match,
and i lit up a firecracker in your eyes
ignite, and ascend the snowy sky
try to be quiet, like we're lying
if this is all you came to be,
i'll throw myself into your grave;
home will never be the same
touch me, and cast off my wintry cloak
suspend this sober sense of cold
you and i rearranged catalogs,
casting our lines into the holes
if this is all you came to be,
i'll throw myself into your grave;
home will never be the same again