at home, we begin
(i'm lost with you).
the first time i've ever felt home in this town
the quiet times, the evenings are fullwithyou
at home, our love begins
i'm lost with you.
quiet and easy love - handstogether
and blue eyed boys i like when you
shave the stubble from your chin and
the morningclean steals over us
at home, we contract and expand and
baby i'm lost with you.
and i pillow my head in the space
of your arms and collarbone, the madeforme
space and you reach deep into the green
parts of me i like when i can follow
your path by the trail of dark hairs
you leave the hairs you pluck from your head
and baby i worship you
i'm lost with you.
at home with you the shades are crooked
and there's always our clothes on the floor
but that doesn't seem to matter as the rain
comes in through the open window to make
my skin soft and cold because baby i
worship you i'm lost athomewith you.
