He is reaching up for climbing
Ropes hanging down below
I see the children smiling
No need to let it show
I know
I won't be coming home
No more
The streets and sidewalk borders
Stretch out beyond the scenes
The sweet and dark emotions
Everyday hopes and dreams
My God, I know who's waiting
Beneath the bedroom floor
Her eyes anticipating
Our each and every move
I know
I won't be coming home
No more
All I ever wanted
Was to turn from my side
All I ever wanted
Was to turn from my side
The rake is scratching harder
The half-drawn window shade
Like any empty memory
The colors seem to fade
My God, I know who's waiting
Beneath the bedroom floor
Remember summer showers
Outside the cabin walls
I know
I won't be coming home
No more
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