Home Made
It's like a summer night
In the sticky heat
The scent of whisky
Soft and sweet
It's that old T-shirt
That fits just right
It don't get old
Just like a summer night
It's your favourite song
In your favourite place
It's your favourite look
Written on your favourite face
It's that finger painting
That you wouldn't trade
Because it's sacred
Because it's home made
I will make you a promise
In times when I am away
I promise I will take with me
All the things that we made
And your life will go on
Memories might fade
But I will cherish these moments because they're home made
It's your childhood bedroom
That you've always known
It feels familiar
But doesn't feel like home
But the family photos
Proudly displayed
Where ever I might rest my head show I'm home made
I will write you some letters in times that I am away
Recounting wonderful moments and counting every new grey
Every letter will end in the same damn way
Sincerely home made
My fortune truly consists of elaborate gifts
You can't understand the gifts that you gave to me
Made with our hands and we made them with our hearts
I'll take them with me to my grave
In the sticky heat
The scent of whisky
Soft and sweet
It's that old T-shirt
That fits just right
It don't get old
Just like a summer night
It's your favourite song
In your favourite place
It's your favourite look
Written on your favourite face
It's that finger painting
That you wouldn't trade
Because it's sacred
Because it's home made
I will make you a promise
In times when I am away
I promise I will take with me
All the things that we made
And your life will go on
Memories might fade
But I will cherish these moments because they're home made
It's your childhood bedroom
That you've always known
It feels familiar
But doesn't feel like home
But the family photos
Proudly displayed
Where ever I might rest my head show I'm home made
I will write you some letters in times that I am away
Recounting wonderful moments and counting every new grey
Every letter will end in the same damn way
Sincerely home made
My fortune truly consists of elaborate gifts
You can't understand the gifts that you gave to me
Made with our hands and we made them with our hearts
I'll take them with me to my grave
Credits
Writer(s): James Walker
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