[ti:Home]
[ar:The Boy Who Trapped The Sun]
[al:Fireplace]
[00:41.97]Home is
[00:46.62] where you lay your head
[00:54.55]My head lies between the cracks.
[01:07.38] Red lights lead to wasted days.
[01:21.02]Maybe I better
[01:25.19] put till' all my days.
[01:33.21]Oh, the city's not a home.
[01:47.60]But it's somewhere to get alone.
[02:11.53]Maybe I'm lying to myself.
[02:24.55] I'm not a graphter,
[02:28.64]I'm not on that of earth.
[02:36.82]I have a habit that's a full time occupation.
[02:49.34]Cause the grass is always greener
[02:54.43] when you can't see the garden.
[03:02.30]Oh, the city's not a home.
[03:17.33] But it's somewhere to get alone.
[03:28.33]Oh, the city's not a home.
[03:43.31]But it's somewhere to get alone