You’ve been burning in my pocket
Hands full of memories collected
Buffalo nickel
Gold from a dimming sun
Everyday ends too soon
When ghosts live behind my eyes
Wishing for a cold breath
As proof that I’ve made it through
And now you’re gone
Gone away up through the clouds
I’m headed home
To the lackluster life’s become
I just wanted more time
And a chance to hold you close
I’ll whisper your name
‘Till the day I hear your voice
Morning is a motherfucker
Every day a twisted lover
Feeding on the callous
Formed by every breaking
And now you’re gone
Gone away up through the clouds
I’m headed home
To the lackluster life’s become
I just wanted more time
And a chance to hold you close
I’ll whisper your name
‘Till the day I hear your voice
It makes no sense
And I’m sick of the litany
I just want a way out of this
And a way back to you
When I make it home, please
Open the door for me
I’ll whisper your name
‘Till the day I hear your voice