Florist - 43
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I waited while the line leads through the door
Over wooden floors, melody came flooding in
Our window was held open with the two-by-four
And I wished for aliens to come in and study my body
But that oak tree
In the front of the yard
The piles of leaves
The mountains and creeks
We had a home once, what a funny thing
We had a home once, supernaturally

Starlight over California skies
Driving through the night to find out whether to follow that dark
The feeling like there is no memory
Now we're growing without all the painful things
And that desert sky
It reminds me of the first time
She took the light
And sent it to my eyes
We had a home once, what a funny thing
We had a home once, there were fireflies