there you make your home

written by brad layher

if my heart were home,
you'd lay your head,
in a room that's always cold,
sleep on a bed of stone,
and there, there you'd wait alone...

and there you make your home,
and there you make your home,
and when you breath,
there you make your home.

you took me by surprise again,
just when i thought i knew it all,
you came and blew it all away,
like a candle in a hurricane...

and there you make your home,
and there you make your home,
and when you breath,
you came knockin on my door,
only you and nothing more,
cause this poor broken heart was sore,
and there you make your home.

and if my heart were home,
you'd lay your head,
in a room you offed the cold,
lit my matchbook soul,
and there my fire below raged out of control,

2nd chorus

percussion - cobra joe curet / bass - mark robertson / electric guitars - kenny vaughan / drums - dennis holt / bgv's, acoustic guitar - brad / b-3, piano - chris mosher / bgv's - jesse deyo

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All Rights Reserved. Reprinted with Permission.