Won't Be Coming Home by Golden Smog

(louris, olson)

He is reaching up for climbing
Ropes hanging down below
I see the children smiling
No need to let it show

Chorus:
I know,
I won't be coming home
No more

The streets and sidewalk borders
Stretch out beyond the scenes
The sweet and dark emotions
Every day hopes and dreams
My god, i know who's waiting
Beneath the bedroom floor
Her eyes anticipating
My each and every move

(chorus)

All i ever wanted
Was to turn from my side
All i ever wanted
Was to turn from my side

The rake is scratching harder
The half-drawn window shade
Like any empty memory
The colors seem to fade
My god, i know who's waiting
Beneath the bedroom floor
Remember summer showers
Outside the cabin walls

(chorus)