You wish the world looked the same
As it did through those glasses

You try to make wishes off of
mascara clumped eye lashes

But then we wake up to find that our dreams are not real
what is home? what is home?

Because home is not where my heart is with yours

Because my heart is with the stars in the sky
but i'm not afraid of heights
i'm just afraid of falling
falling
falling
falling for you