don’t know why, but i’ve been thinking about mom a lot lately.  must be the season.  i hate christmas.

the clouds ran away, opened up the sky,
and one by one i watched every constellation die
and there i was, frozen, standing in my backyard,
face to face, eye to eye, staring at the last star,
i should’ve known, walked all the way home
to find that you wasn’t here, i was still all alone.

no matter where i am, no matter what i do
i’m always coming back home to you
they can leave me for dead, they can take away my true
i’m always coming back home to you
through the lies and the sins that ride the wind that blew
i’m always coming back home to you
as sure as the life in the garden that you grew
i’m always coming back home to you
no matter where i am, no matter what i do
i’m always coming back home to you
if only i had known what you already knew
i’m always coming back home to you
from the heaven that i’ve had to the hell i’ve been through
i’m always coming back home to you

— atmosphere, “always coming back home to you”

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