Heatstroke

All my hope lies here

Six feet down with fear

I can dig it up from underneath

(Everyone gets somethin sometimes)

Flat feet and heatstroke

Hold me when I get home

I'm coming home coming home

I'm coming home I'm coming home

I'm coming home coming home

I'm coming home coming home

It's been years

Just wondering

What I can leave and what I have to bring

Cause I'll hang my hat right now

And I'll proudly hold my head down

I'm coming home coming home

I'm coming home I'm coming home

I'm coming home coming home

I'm coming home

Would I become transparent

If you held me up to the sun

Could you watch me fill my lungs

If you look a little closer

See the blood run through my veins

Like a map it shows the way

I'm coming home coming home

I'm coming home I'm coming home

I'm coming home coming home

I'm coming home coming home

Heatstroke - Aaron Sprinkle