Home - Sam Reynolds

I struck up a match

And I lit up a firecracker in your eyes

Ignite and ascend the snowy sky

Try to be quiet like were lying

This is all you came to be

I'll throw myself into your grave

Home will never be the same

Touch me and cast off my wintry cloak

Suspend this sober sense of cold

You and I rearranged catalogs

Casting our lines into the holes

This is all you came to be

I'll throw myself into your grave

Home will never be the same again