Home

Around your pretty face
A glow so warm
burns my soul
carries dreams
up to the cool moon
I can rest now
I found the place
I can call
Home
You're like Christmas Eve
in the summertime
when palm trees are lit up
in sparkly colorful lights
The irony that brought us together
is an old love song
resurfaced, twisted to make us fit
take me then... now, forever
and let it all fall into place
into home
into each other's eyes
into our own
bright blue sky