Stay home
The distance echoes
We know our sentence is dead
You go, I'll follow
I miss your breakfast in bed
iPhones and photos
I'll see you soon though, my dear
I'm hopeless, you know
I need my breakfast in bed
We didn't lay low
We didn't try to, no, we were taken
A couple years ago
And now you tiptoe off my pain
You're way, way braver than me
Your trail blades with ease I need
A couple of grams and a hotel
A flight in your coattails
Oh, baby, you're free
So don't cry about it
It's only when we're older
That we'll die without it
Babe, I'm coming over
Stay home
The distance echoes
We know our sentence is dead
You go, I'll follow
I miss your breakfast in bed
iPhones and photos
I'll see you soon though, my dear
I'm hopeless, you know
I need my breakfast in bed
I need my breakfast in bed
I need my breakfast in bed
I need my breakfast in bed
I need my breakfast in bed
I need my breakfast in bed