Letras:Elected (The). Sun, Sun, Sun. Not Going Home.

The tree in the front of the yard
is starting to grow
now that we've trimmed away the leaves
now look at it go

and that's just how I feel
now that we've started to reveal
all the things I thought I lost
and the hard time I concealed
and that's just how I know
how I felt the solid glow
how I felt the bitter cold
and no, i'm not going home
sometimes you just wouldn't dare
sometimes you can't go home
sometimes you're already there
when i look at you, i'm there

the blood pooled at my legs is starting to flow
now that you came along
and made what was so broken whole
but I still feel sick at this place that I have built
maybe it's not real, man, this is how I feel
and if it just gets worst, yeah, if I never heal
well, those are just the breaks man
cause I'm not going home
and I don't fucking care
sometimes you can't go home
sometimes you're already there
and I look at you, i'm there
yeah, I'm there
when I look at you, I'm there
yeah, I'm there

oh my god
oh my god

I'm not going home
no, I am already there
I'm not going home
I'm already there
no, I'm not going home
no, I am already there