No Shooting Friends, Joseph - Coming Home

Lights glare on the wet street and the city lights die down
And I'm coming home
I feel like driftwood washed upon your shore
You bring me home

Well here's to you
For you might be
The finest thing that I have seen
Since I've been home

And I'm on an edge
We'll be alright
A sky turning black
We'll be on time

Your nails upon the skin that drapes my back
Pulls me in
And your smell, it follows you and cascades where you are
It brings me in

When hell breaks through the weary gates
I'll pick you up and keep you safe
So remember me, remember now, remember

And I'm on an edge
We'll be alright
A sky turning black
We'll be on time

Will you still dance with your hands above your head in a wedding dress
Will you still stay up all night, never go to bed, never go to bed
And your babies will be beautiful taking right after their mother
In a rockabye tonight I kiss your sleeping eyes

And I'm on an edge
We'll be alright
A sky turning black
We'll be on time
And I'm on an edge
We'll be alright
A sky turning black
We'll be on time

Written by:
Dallin Cerva

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