I love you in the morning when the blood runs down your cheeks
 
 Babe, you are the first thing and the last thing that I'd see
 
 I was just a boy striking matches upon your heart
 
 I couldn't get no sparks
 
 Ask me to go faster, put my foot down to the floor
 
 Standing at the edge, I feel like I've been here before
 
 I loved you in the darkness and I loved you in fluorescent light
 
 If it don't feel right, babe
 
  
  You can run and hide, babe
 
 Like a bird you can take flight
 
 If I been holding on too tight
 
 If I been holding on
  
 
 Your mother always told us we should go out to the dance
 
 You can't get struck by lightning if your not standing in the rain
 
 Take it as the truth or you can take it with a grain of salt
 
 If it don't work out
 
 You were in the shower we were talking through the glass
 
 Packing up your suitcase, you were humming to yourself
 
 One day you were smiling
 
 I could tell by how you sounded on the phone
 
 Yes, I'm coming home, babe
  
 
 I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe
 
 I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe
 
 I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe
 
 I'm thinking 'bout coming home
 
 I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe
 
 I'm thinking 'bout coming home