No Place Like It
Make a home of me Lay your head where my heart beats See that arrhythmia in its bounce It does that whenever we meet And it slows in the seconds That it takes you to call me back It feels like a longer winter Is that the only season I attract? My forest withers and freezes Under the cold wind’s absent reply My hovel is an empty place In the quiet moments that pass by So I strike my flint against the gloom Should the explorer choose to return To the warmth of my fire It’s his kindling I would like to burn
