Bush — Homebody

On our way home Edging a smile Thinking about it All of the while You never stop You're the traffic in my brain The lover that I got There's no way that you can see When you feel that far away from me You're coming home, yeah The steeper the climb The sharper the sides The better the summit Quietly drown Losing my face I need you to find me It's so hard for you to see How come you feel so far from me? You're coming home, yeah It's time to confess (I'm) dying for you You seem to life me So, you're the knife These are the worms Waiting for you It's all I can do You're coming home, yeah