A Touch Of Home
Is it alright if I lay with you
Close my eyes
Melt into your fold?
Let’s let the day stay untold
Just lay here
Our own little mold
Tickled by your fingertip
I remember to forget
All the stupid quips
In your arms the room feels soft
And the corners dissolve
While the world turns off
With every familiar breath
Your fullness lifts me up
Together we both let go
I trust you with my heavy head
I know
There’s no better feeling
Than to finally be home
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