What to say when the orange smoke blows away your face What to write when I'm tired Who to go to when I'm fine in my own space What to do when I'm alive How strange I can decide how I live and when I die If it's time to disappear And I'm thinking about Coming home to someone new Letting all the light come through Writing real and writing true And leaving the low Breaking through my windowpane Being set with all the blame Feeling my bones caress my frame And making it home The way my shoes sink into the ground when I walk Makes me feel the way I used to feel when I'd hear you talk Like I'm walking ten times higher than I am Like I'm selfishly finally feeling like myself again How strange I can decide where to go when to arrive Or if I even want to stay And I'm thinking about Coming home to someone new Letting all the light come through Writing real and writing true And leaving the low Falling over myself more Putting locks on broken doors Being fine with the settled score And letting it go And I wonder if you'll ever come back Or if you'll listen to this track because the title might intrigue you I wonder if you think of me I wonder if you feel free because I know that you want to I know that you want to Coming home to someone new