Letra da Música This Is Home de Cavetown

Often I am upset
That I cannot fall in love, but I guess
This avoids the stress of falling out of it

Are you tired of me yet?
I'm a little sick right now but I swear
When I'm ready
I will fly us out of here

I'll cut my hair
To make you stare
I'll hide my chest
And I'll figure out a way
to get us out of here

Turn off your porcelain face
I can't really think right now and this place
Has too many colors
enough to drive all of us insane

Are you dead?
Sometimes I think I'm dead
Cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls
wrapping my head
But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet

My eyes went dark
I don't know where
My pupils are
But I'll figure out a way
to get us out of here

Get a load of this monster
He doesn't know how to communicate
His mind is in a different place
Will everybody please give him
a little bit of space?

Get a load of this trainwreck
His hair's a mess and he
doesn't know who he is yet
But little do we know, the stars
Welcome him with open arms

Time is
Slowly
Tracing his face
But strangely he feels at home in this place