Via Chicago

I dreamed about killing you again last night

It felt alright to me

Dying on the banks of Embarcadero skies

I sat and watched you bleed

I buried you alive in a fireworks display

rainin' down on me.

A cold hard look ran away from me to the city.

I printed my name on the back of a leaf,

and I watched it float away.

The hope I had in a notebook full of white dried pages

Is all I tried to say

But the wind blew me back

Via Chicago in the middle of the night

All without a fight

Hit the crush of veils and starlight

And I knew I'll make it back

One of these days

And turn on the TV

To watch a man with a face like mine

Being chased down a busy street

When he gets caught, I won't give up

And I won't go to sleep

I'm coming home, I'm coming home

Via Chicago

Our cups are cracked and hooked above the sink

And make me think

Crumbling ladder tears don't fall

They shine down your shoulders

And crawling your screwed-faceted lash

I blow it with kisses

I rest my head on a pillowy star

And a cracked or a moon

It says I haven't gone too far

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

Via Chicago

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

Chicago. Searching for a home. Searching for a home. Searching for a home.

Here's Chicago. I'm coming home. I'm coming home. I'm coming home.