Kill It Kid Follow
Home lyrics
I remember the clashing of tongues
Second-hand smoke like rust in my lungs
But when the darkness preys at your door
Your home can be a home no more
I've pleaded for sick men and liars
Treat them like sweethearts, my hands in the fire
But when her clothes were cast to our floor
My home could be a home no more
Lord what's to be given
Make damn sure it's given to me
Lord what's to be given
Make damn sure it's given to me
Lord what's to be given
Make damn sure it's given
Damn sure it's given to me
Damn sure it's given to me
Don't you take him away from me
I still hear the birds through the back door
Still see the rain wet toys on the lawn
As the darkness preys at your door
Your home can be a home no more
Your home can be a home no more
Part of these releases
-
-
- Track 9 on Feet Fall Heavy
- 8 Sweet Nothings
- 10 Let My Feet Fall Heavy
Home Video
Thanks to
Ottilie
for submitting the lyrics.
Correct these lyrics
Comments on Home
Submit your thoughts
These comments are owned by whoever posted them. This lyrics site is not responsible for them in any way.
© to the lyrics most likely owned by either the publisher () or
the artist(s) (Kill It Kid) which produced the music or artwork. Details
