The Belle Brigade - My Old Home (Demo) lyrics

My old home with flowers on all the tables Where did all that go I guess the flowers got old and died Wilted and dried from the sun who was never that able To sit with you while you cried Now he's the one who's alone Yeah I'm trying Yeah I'm trying real hard Trying to build this thing back up from nothing But I'm shooting in the dark Keep on missing the mark, yeah Yeah but there's no doubt in my mind that I feel something Deep in my heart Hot on my head, yeah We are growing older and bolder Trying to find the thread that connects our hearts Stretches so damn far Forget we're apart But now I got my head Said I'm trying to correct My growing list of wrongs And I'm surprised how it got this long And yeah I was a child But that don't cut it anymore Not like we're playing on any little swing set Is the world that's spinning 'round We get stuck to the ground, yeah Remember when we said that we could go higher Yeah I believed that And I feel it coming on It's why I wrote this song, yeah