I dreamed about killing you again last night
And it felt alright to me
Dying on the banks of Embarcadero skies
I sat and watched you bleed

Buried you alive in a fireworks display
Raining down on me
Your cold, hot blood
Ran away from me to the sea

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 dry pages
Was all I tried to save

But the wind blew me back via Chicago
In the middle of the night
And not without fight
At the [bad word] of veils and starlight

I know I'll make it back
One of these days
And turn on your TV
To watch a man with a face like mine
Being chased down a busy street

When he gets caught, I won't get up
And I won't go to sleep [bad word] home [bad word] home
Via Chicago

Where the cups are cracked and hooked
Above the sink
They make me think [bad word] ladder tears don't fall
They shine down your shoulders

And crawling is [bad word] faster lash
I blow it with kisses
I rest my head on a pillowy star
And a cracked-door moon
That says I haven't gone too far
 [bad word] home [bad word] home [bad word] home
Via Chicago [bad word] home
Coming [bad word] home

Searching for a home
Searching for a home
Searching for a home
Via Chicago
 [bad word] home [bad word] home