My clouds are heavy
The stars look light
My heart is aching
So I borrow yours
I hear an echo
The temperature dropped twelve degrees
Smelling the burning it's crumbling
No toast here for weeks
Stranger has crept in
Foreign hands and unkind words
I water your shoulder
So flowers will cover my head
No solitude slumber
Keeps out what's under the bed
What's under the bed
But this feels like home to me
You feel like home to me
You are home to me
This feels like home to me