Home (Leave the Lights On)
Cold snapped like a coiled spring;
You can feel the frost coming on
We are marigolden - dropping orange and umber,
Barely holding on, just barely holding on
And now downtown's dolled up with tinsel and angels
Seasons sneak like haircuts, teased apart and tangled
We were fraying for a while, and we took it all down
Like the garland hanging off traffic signals
Leave the lights on
Cause it might be nighttime when I get there
But I'm on my way home
Leave the lights on
Cause it might be nighttime when I get there
And I'm on my way home
Putting on old clothes in a new way
Putting on the pose of a new stage
Waking up everyday just a little bit changed
As it breaks over us like waves
Long live beauty; short live pain
Lust for wonder and hunger pangs
Face your fear, but not your shame:
It doesn't end; it just wears away
Leave the lights on
Cause it might be nighttime when I get there
But I'm on my way home
Leave the lights on
Cause it might be nighttime when I get there
And I'm on my way home
I've been clawing away at what's underneath:
Closer than solid ground beneath your feet
Closer, even now, than lips and teeth
Closer now, then out of reach
And the body remembers what the mind forgets:
Archives every heartbreak and cigarette
These reset bones? They might not hold,
Yeah, but they might yet
Leave the lights on
Cause it might be nighttime when I get there
And I'm on my way home
Leave the lights on
Cause it might be nighttime when I get there
And I'm on my way home
I'm on my way home
I'm on my way home
compositores: Christopher Porterfield
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