Yeah Accidents, beautiful accidents Things that came before and things that haven't happened since I put your painting on my wall, the backs of napkins, and Look for trouble, hear the words and see no actions, it's Deep, we keep receipts to keep attachments I split the bill but heard it all to fill them fractions The more I see, the more I know The more I reap, I sow I can't figure out how to take it slow, but You feel like home You feel like home You feel like home You feel like home You feel like home, yeah Without your heart, I feel alone Uh, you feel like home You feel like home Home Yeah, what language do they speak inside your dreams? Is it really just as easy as it seems? How you make it seem, like the day is make believe As these angels speak, I hear them, in between, yeah It's deep, we keep receipts to keep it mean Good fight, I want to see you keep it clean, yeah It's deep, we keep receipts to keep it clean Uh, what I mean, yeah You feel like home You feel like home, yeah Without your heart, I feel alone Uh, you feel like home You feel like home You feel like home You feel like home, yeah Without your heart, I feel alone You feel like home