Daggers
You bring me home to sober up
You bring me home to feel
You bring home to lick my wounds
You bring me home to heal
Where everything is soft and green
And gently undulating
The soft warm fuzz of summer breezes
Kissing on your skin
The edges aren't so sharp, the daggers have been locked away
An inch to give an inch, a quiet spot we found today
The edges aren't so sharp, the daggers have been locked away
An inch to give an inch, a quiet spot we found today
You bring me home to quiet nights
You bring me home to peace
You bring me home to firesides
And oldest memories
With every blink, a photograph
A picture in a frame
Each babbling brook, a quiet laugh
That always stays the same
The edges aren't so sharp, the daggers have been locked away
An inch to give an inch, a quiet spot we found today
The edges aren't so sharp, the daggers have been locked away
An inch to give an inch, a quiet spot we found today
But I can't breathe when it's this clean
I need the dirt, I need the heat
I need the stars that can't be seen
Beyond the smog's protective sheen
I need a place to fall from grace
I can't stand all this open space
I need to flinch, to feel the pinch
Where people never give an inch
Bring back the daggers
You bring me home to feel
You bring home to lick my wounds
You bring me home to heal
Where everything is soft and green
And gently undulating
The soft warm fuzz of summer breezes
Kissing on your skin
The edges aren't so sharp, the daggers have been locked away
An inch to give an inch, a quiet spot we found today
The edges aren't so sharp, the daggers have been locked away
An inch to give an inch, a quiet spot we found today
You bring me home to quiet nights
You bring me home to peace
You bring me home to firesides
And oldest memories
With every blink, a photograph
A picture in a frame
Each babbling brook, a quiet laugh
That always stays the same
The edges aren't so sharp, the daggers have been locked away
An inch to give an inch, a quiet spot we found today
The edges aren't so sharp, the daggers have been locked away
An inch to give an inch, a quiet spot we found today
But I can't breathe when it's this clean
I need the dirt, I need the heat
I need the stars that can't be seen
Beyond the smog's protective sheen
I need a place to fall from grace
I can't stand all this open space
I need to flinch, to feel the pinch
Where people never give an inch
Bring back the daggers
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