Written 2017 in Munich, shortly after watching a shooting star from my balcony somewhere around 3 in the morning.

 

She’s the land I ran ashore
She’s the chance I won’t forgo
She’s the prayer when I’m alone
But she’s someone else’s home

She breathes air through my lungs
She places a verse on my tongue
She’s the jazz I want to compose
But she’s someone else’s home

Brunettes are fire so they say
Blondes a crime that pays in the end
But my one’s red like a canyon stone
But she’s someone else’s home

I’m lying outside in the peaceful dark
See the tail of a shooting star
Thinking of you keeps me warm
Think I’m gonna build up something on my own
Just like someone else’s home