The home that is mine lives under my skin, 
opens in my chest while I lie sleeping, 
      filling the hotel bed, 
              and lacing the dawn with birdsong.
Telling: Streams & Logs
Telling: Streams & Logs
The home that is mine lives under my skin, 
opens in my chest while I lie sleeping, 
      filling the hotel bed, 
              and lacing the dawn with birdsong.