Home Noah Gundersen, Soft Sleep

I was senseless, spinning out of touch
Cut the cover and the colors run
Though I never thought it was enough
It's coming back, it's catching up
Now I stand out in the pouring rain
Only asking to be clean again

All these shapeless voices whisper in my ear
But I only listen to what I want to hear

Watch the water turn the dirt to mud
And the pavement laid is cracking up
There go the plans I made for everyone
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All these shapeless voices whisper in my ear
But I only listen to what I want to hеar

Hold my hand, I thought I could make it on my own
No
Understand, all I evеr wanted, all I ever wanted
Was a home
Home, home
A home

A home