Watching you watching me,
A fine way to fall asleep.
The neighbors fight,
As we both rest our eyes.
Hands in the fallen snow;
Numb to the winter cold,
But we don't mind,
'Cause we'll get warm inside.
You're the reason I come home.
You're the reason I come home, my love.
You're the reason that when everything I know falls apart...
Well, you're the reason I come home.
Paper doll silhouettes,
Fingertips on window glass;
The street's asleep,
So I breathe you in deep.
The tragedies of chemistry,
People dream of what you and me
Have found...
Effortlessly.
You're the reason I come home.
You're the reason I come home, my love.
You're the reason that when everything I know falls apart...
Well, you're the reason I come home.
And for a long time, I remember,
Saying prayers for something perfect,
Saying prayers for someone kind.
It's in my head,
We're spinning circles down the avenues instead.
You're the reason I come home.
You're the reason I come home, my love.
You're the reason that when everything I know falls apart...
Well, you're the reason I come home
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