Via Chicago

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 crush 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

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

Via Chicago

Where the cups are cracked and hooked

Above the sink

They make me think

Crumbling ladder tears don't fall

They shine down your shoulders

And crawling is screw 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

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

Via Chicago

Coming home

Coming home

Coming home

Searching for a home

Searching for a home

Searching for a home

Via Chicago

I'm coming home

I'm coming home