Texty: Natalie Imbruglia. Honeycomb Child.

Melting honeycomb
Tie my shoelace on my own
That boy laughing
Wearing my hands (?)
To pull me back in

Home, home, home
To your love
Home, home, home
To your love

Climb down the oak tree
Feeling the dry grass
Under my feet
I'm here without you
Holding on, holding on
Nothing to lose

And I don't mind
You protecting me
To the end us
And I don't mind
You protecting all the others

You, you carried me in
To bed from the car
I painted your face
But I had to ask
Permission to go
But don't go to far
And we like to watch
All the flickering stars

You don't like your face
But that's who you are
I got all those shells
And put them in a box

How far would you go
If I didn't want to stop
I looked in your eyes
And it was all gone

Home, home, home
To your love
Home (to your love)
Home (to your love)
Home (to your love)
To your love (to your love)