Horns Become halos - Third Time isn't Such a Charm

bring me back home
where the trees grew tall and children walk
from shore to shore

take your photos back
I have enough of my own baby
so take your memories back

and i think i speak for everyone
when i say this place is not our home
(its not our home)
but i hope that we can someday find
a better place for you and i
(for you and i)

send the mailman
to homes of broken souls and awkward lines
letters mean nothing

search through your
drawing pad where i left you notes
you won't look over

and i think i speak for everyone
when i say this place is not our home
(its not our home)
but i hope that we can someday find
a better place for you and i
(for you and i)

close the door (say screw the world)
pull the plug (kill the patient)
draw the shades (block my light)
no the moon's not coming (out tonight)

and i think i speak for everyone
when i say this place is not our home
(its not our home)
but i hope that we can someday find
a better place for you and i
(for you and i)

through all these years, dealing with fears
no one should have to know
i can't decide, to stay or hide
so i'll just follow
you through the door, you selfish whore
let's both run out on my life
i'll be a man, though i can't stand
i'm still alive, i'm still alive

and the third isn't such a charm.