Coming Home

I miss the better days I miss the calm of rain We beg to be ourselves I wonder if I tried To understand my faith Would I believe myself Well, I'm coming home I can taste it And what's left of the sky is gone I've been carving another dream for myself I can face it And what's left of the flag is ours I've been carving another dream for myself I just need to slow down So give me time to breathe The lightning will find it's way to the ground Unless it can find me first I wanna fall asleep in a tidal wave Watch me collide as my bones hit the ground I fucking said it, I'm coming home I can taste it And what's left of the sky is gone I've been carving another dream for myself I can face it And what's left of the flag is ours I've been carving another dream for myself Dream in my head Dream in my head I miss the better days I miss the calm of rain We beg to be ourselves Cause I'm coming home I can taste it I can taste it I can taste it And what's left of the sky is gone I've been carving another dream for myself I can face it And what's left of the flag is ours I've been carving another dream for myself