I dreamed about killing you again last night. And it felt alright to me. Dying on the banks of Embarcadero skies. I sat and watched you bleed. Buried you alive in a fireworks display. Raining down on me. You cold hot blood ran away from me. To the sea. I painted my name on the back of a leaf. And I watched it float away. The hope I had in a notebook full of white dry pages. Was all I tried to save. But the wind blew me back via Chicago. In the middle of the night. And all without fight. At the crush of veils and starlight. I know I'll make it back. One of these days and turn on your TV. To watch a man with a face like mine. Being chased down a busy street. When he gets caught I wont get up. And I wont go to sleep. I'm coming home I'm coming home. Via Chicago. Where the cups are cracked and hooked. Above the sink. They make me think. Crumbling ladder tears don't fall. They shine down your shoulders. And crawling is screw faster lash. I blow it with kisses. I rest my head on a pillowy star. And a cracked door moon. That says I havent gone too far. I'm coming home. I'm coming home. Via Chicago. Searching for a home. Searching for a home. Searching for a home. Via Chicago. I'm coming home. I'm coming home.