Coming Home

I miss the better days
I miss the calm of rain
We beg to be ourselves
I wonder if I tried
To understand my faith
Would I believe myself
Well, I'm coming home
I can taste it
And what's left of the sky is gone
I've been carving another dream for myself
I can face it
And what's left of the flag is ours
I've been carving another dream for myself
I just need to slow down
So give me time to breathe
The lightning will find it's way to the ground
Unless it can find me first
I wanna fall asleep in a tidal wave
Watch me collide as my bones hit the ground
I fucking said it, I'm coming home
I can taste it
And what's left of the sky is gone
I've been carving another dream for myself
I can face it
And what's left of the flag is ours
I've been carving another dream for myself
Dream in my head
Dream in my head
I miss the better days
I miss the calm of rain
We beg to be ourselves
Cause I'm coming home
I can taste it
I can taste it
I can taste it
And what's left of the sky is gone
I've been carving another dream for myself
I can face it
And what's left of the flag is ours
I've been carving another dream for myself