Home.

I like your smile when it's suttle,
because than i know that it's mine.
Your secret style behind the blue-green color,
That takes this touch away from time.

The skin on your face fades red,
Without breaking the silence
getting torn by the words unsaid
soundlessly lasting in resonance

I can't make it home, I won't go home this time
Without your hand.
It's the last time, The last time i try.
Before I'm broken again.

It's the way you tell me all's well
without ever possibly knowing
giving that break, that time to dwell.
Bringing me to where i'm going.

I can't make it home, I won't go home this time
Without your hand.
It's the last time, The last time i try.
Before I'm broken again.

We shouldn't be here,
but this is where we know who we are.
We never belong.
We'll hide here together,
That must be home.

I can't make it home, I won't go home this time
Without your hand.
It's the last time, The last time i try.
Before I'm broken again.
Take me to where we don't belong.