This Is Home

This Is Home - Cavetown

Lyrics by：Robin Skinner

Composed by：Robin Skinner

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

Ooooo I'll cut my hair

Ooooo to make you stare

Ooooo I'll hide my chest

And I'll figure out a way to get us out of here

Ooooo oooo oooo oooo

Turn off your porcelain face

I can't really think right now and this place

Has too many colours 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

Ooooo my eyes went dark

Ooooo I don't know where

Ooooo 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

Oo ooo time is

Ooooo slowly

Ooooo tracing his face

But strangely he feels at home in this place