home
/if you wrote me a song it would be called home
home inside of new love inside of old love inside of him
home my foot crying out stamping in standing on shores with greedy tears
if you wrote me a song i would crawl inside of you and call you home
grabbing pieces of broken shell the shell she used to find
the purple stripes like that gum she used to chew in this place that was home
and if you wrote me a song please know i would fall into that bowl of pieces of the sea
that embraces a full-blown sexuality that embraces her passion for the sea that embraces
her altar hidden under sand the heart she refuses to pocket
so if you wrote me a song i would push you away into the unclosed circle of my wild heart
and your voice would sing home