歌词
When he was three couldn't believe he'd grow to be taller than he was
Looked at his hands red dirt cheeked mad could they be any smaller?
Molded from different clay than mine, a scar above his gecko eye
Ice skating slipped so we went home, we patched it up all on our own
And when I
Feel most at home when I am home is those nights
When you and I lay talking
Your small room, no streetlights
He will grow up he'll stay out late
Bodega lights and girls I'd hate
A wish to keep everyone safe
Hidden behind an angry face
Promise to come back
I can't worry all the time
And I'll let you live your life
Your life, your life, your life
And when I
Feel most at home when I am home is those nights
When you and I lay talking
Your small room, no streetlights
And when I
Feel most at home when I am home is those nights
When you and I lay talking
Your small room, no streetlights
(No streetlights) No streetlights (No streetlights)
(No streetlights) No streetlights (No streetlights)