Faking at the party, shaking of your heart
and driving in your cheap-ass car.
We're singing hallelujahs,
a war is coming to you.
All common sense will break apart.
Through the tears, I'm coming home.
Will we reap what we sow?
If you're real, let me show you who I am.
Bleeding hard in your hands,
* up the one chance to make amends and grace your faults.
We're championing the slowest,
running with the lowest,
and no attempt to call your own.
Through the tears, I'm coming home.
Will we reap what we sow?
If you're real,
let me show you who I am.
Getting close,
high on hopes,
getting closer to the light of days.
We're safe from here,
safe from here,
getting closer to the light of days.
We wake up at the party,
thoughts are still uncharted,
starboys on the radio.
Through the tears, I'm coming home.
Will we reap what we sow?
If you're real, let me show.
If you fear it, let me know.
Through the tears, I'm coming home.
Will we reap what we sow?
If you're real,
let me show
you who I am.