Bullet Comes

Just when you're thinkin' things over

And you need a set of vows

And all your friends seem disappointed

To see the sun going down

And when the sweetness you're saving is all the sweetness you doubt

I'm coming home

You look good when your heart is on fire

It's a matter of taste yeah

You do it right you don't follow the line

Find of the sun

Ooh

Ooh

Ooh

Ooh

I found you soaking in liquid

I found you there in your robe

Ain't no hands big enough to save us

I got the vibe I'm coming home

I see you close down the windows

I see you burn down your throne

Yeah I'm coming home

You look good when your heart is on fire

It's a matter of taste yeah I you do it right

You don't follow the line find the sun

I'm coming home

Ride out where do you come from

Kick up go find your love

I ain't knockin' all you've done

Just when you're thinkin' things over

Oh yeah you found your set of vows

And all your friends feel disappointed

'Cause they're not your friends now

And all the books that you've been through seem too sad to you now

I'm coming home

You look good when your heart is on fire

It's a matter of taste yeah

You do it fine you don't follow the line find the sun

Where you coming from lady

Yeah I'm coming home

I wanna build my Rome and get high but I can't find my matches

And when you rap me you drive me to say this

Hey love I can't sing anymore

I'm coming home