Roske

On the day that I come home
Snow will be falling
I will come crawling
Back to you
Back to you

Til the day that I come home
I will be praying
Music playing
All for you
All for you

And it’s true for my success
That I can’t help but second guess
When it never gave me what I really needed

And it’s true for all my travels
That I’ve seen my world unraveled
And I can’t help but feel so defeated

Til they day that I come home
I will be crying
I will be lying
In my helplessness
My helplessness

Til the day that I come home
I will be raging
And it’s amazing
This feeling
Of emptiness

And it’s true for all my work
That it ratchets up the hurt
But without it I can’t feel like I’m I’m completed

And it’s true for all my dreams
That they’re never what they seem
They were just a way to cope when I got depleted

So I’ll sleep like a child in your bed
I’ll sleep like a child in your bed
I’ll sleep like a child in your bed

And It’s true I must admit
That there’s things I can’t confess
Like the secrets and the weaknesses
You hide beneath your dress

Yes it's true I must admit
Like the wind within your breast
That I lost my youth to aging
And I lost my faith to stress

When I last saw your face
Well it was to my disgrace
That I couldn’t trust you in my insecurity

But when you held me in your arms
I knew you meant me no harm
I set aside this immaturity

To sleep like a child in your bed
I’ll sleep like a child in your bed