i love what you see
but maybe i don't understand 
what i need love to be

home is where the heart breaks
where your mind begins and ends the race
aren't you tired?
aren't you hungry?
come inside
let me see your beaming face
the one they would never trace
back home

safe is how it don't feel
over shoulders biting at your heels
aren't you low?
aren't you spent?
come inside
let me see your soiled face
the one they would never trace
back home

it's not how he wants it to be
she's not
the shame is making her wet

devil's digits on his back
stressing out their fronts

dearly beloved
jack-of-all-trades
oh, desicated
king of nothing

she will take a part of him
then he'll be someone else

sad he won't aspire higher
saw him lay back in the fire
preaching to the choir
thought it came through the wires

his eyes on the speaker
they can almost feel for her
communal nomenclature
thought it dead but wasn't sure

darling, this is a burning town
and you will be the only one to drown