Stay homeThe distance echoesWe know our sentence is deadYou go, I'll followI miss your breakfast in bediPhones and photosI'll see you soon though, my dearI'm hopeless, you knowI need my breakfast in bedWe didn't lay lowWe didn't try to, no, we were takenA couple years agoAnd now you tiptoe off my painYou're way, way braver than meYour trail blades with ease I needA couple of grams and a hotelA flight in your coattailsOh, baby, you're freeSo don't cry about itIt's only when we're olderThat we'll die without itBabe, I'm coming overStay homeThe distance echoesWe know our sentence is deadYou go, I'll followI miss your breakfast in bediPhones and photosI'll see you soon though, my dearI'm hopeless, you knowI need my breakfast in bedI need my breakfast in bedI need my breakfast in bedI need my breakfast in bedI need my breakfast in bedI need my breakfast in bed