sure i was young then, but i feel much younger now
laying long enough i became your cloud
i felt the rain drop through my fingers,
writing your tears on the page
watchin fievel goes west and falling asleep
fell back into this bad, bad dream
the one where you become an angel
and i just stare and ache
cuz you, you were my home
and i was broken
stomachs lined with heat
til they were golden
all my material things
just end up stolen
and you, you were my home
you were my home x 2