Yeah
Accidents, beautiful accidents
Things that came before and things that haven't happened since
I put your painting on my wall, the backs of napkins, and
Look for trouble, hear the words and see no actions, it's
Deep, we keep receipts to keep attachments
I split the bill but heard it all to fill them fractions
The more I see, the more I know
The more I reap, I sow
I can't figure out how to take it slow, but

You feel like home
You feel like home
You feel like home

You feel like home
You feel like home, yeah
Without your heart, I feel alone
Uh, you feel like home
You feel like home
Home

Yeah, what language do they speak inside your dreams?
Is it really just as easy as it seems?
How you make it seem, like the day is make believe
As these angels speak, I hear them, in between, yeah
It's deep, we keep receipts to keep it mean
Good fight, I want to see you keep it clean, yeah
It's deep, we keep receipts to keep it clean
Uh, what I mean, yeah

You feel like home
You feel like home, yeah
Without your heart, I feel alone
Uh, you feel like home
You feel like home

You feel like home
You feel like home, yeah
Without your heart, I feel alone
You feel like home