(Anastasio)
� Seven Below, Inc. (BMI)

If you�ve had too much
And you�re eyes can�t see
Press the pedal further down
And get yourself to me
If the shadow grows
And covers up your smile
We can keep the night at bay
With matches for a while
So hollow
This darkness could be filled with poetry
We�ll sing all the good lines
When days crumble
I�m here for you

And from the crack between
The door and floor
You�ll see I have what you need
When the night leaks
Slowly through
And puts its hand on you

Slowly, slowly
Coming home
Coming home
And we�ll get there
And we�ll get there
And we�ll get there
Home
Home
And we�ll get there
And we�ll get there
Home