Morning light upon my pillowcase...
Well, hello, [bad word] the day.
Should I rise up from these sheets of lace?
Let the sun upon my face...

Far too long I’ve slept in solitude
With these walls as cold as ice.
If I wake will it be worth it all
To feel the sun upon my face?
 [bad word] home to where you are,
To the arms that held me long. [bad word] home. [bad word] too long.
Unlock the door, turn the key, I’ve been waiting to see you so long. [bad word] back to [bad word] back to me.

Tell me everything is new again
As I walk this dusty [bad word] to greet me with the racing wind
And the sun upon your face.
 [bad word] home to where you are,
To the arms that held me long. [bad word] home. [bad word] too long.
Unlock the door, turn the key, I’ve been waiting to see you so long. [bad word] back to [bad word] back to [bad word] back to [bad word] back to me. [bad word] back to [bad word] back to me.

I may tiptoe to your windowsill
Just to find that nothing's changed.
Hiding from the eyes that love me still
With the sun upon my face.
 [bad word] home to where you are,
To the arms that held me long. [bad word] home. [bad word] too long.
Unlock the door, turn the key, I’ve been waiting to see you so long. [bad word] back to [bad word] back to [bad word] back to [bad word] back to me.