Honey I just can't get around it anymore
You make me feel like home is where you are
Baby I just can't run around it every morn'
It's time that I believe it home is where you are
Notes in my drawers
Songs in my pockets
Fragments of letters that you sent
Left over phone calls
Cologne in the bath
I still have that bottle of Rosé
Staring at your photograph
Trying to take it down
There's still a stirring in my heart
I've never been to half of these places
But your postcard collection makes me crave
A little space, a little waste
Out of the city into the grace of another land
Another tongue, another time
Staring at your photograph
I can't take it down
There's still a fire in me yeah
Honey I just can't