Honeycombe Child

Natalie Imbruglia

Melting honeycombe

Tie my shoelace on my own

That boy laughing

Wearing my hands

To pull me back in

Home, home, home

To your love

Home, home, home

To your love

Climb down the oak tree

Feeling the dry grass

Under my feet

I’m here without you

Holding on, holding on

Nothing to lose

Home, home, home

To your love

Home, home, home

To your love

And I don’t mind

You protecting me

To the end us

And I don’t mind

You protecting all the others

You, you carried me in

To bed from the car

I painted your face

But I had to ask

Permission to go

But don’t go to far

And we like to watch

All the flickering stars

You don’t like your face

But that’s who you are

I got all those shells

And put them in a box

How far would you go

If I didn’t want to stop

I looked in your eyes

And it was all gone

Home, home, home

To your love

Home (to your love)

Home (to your love)

Home (to your love)

To your love (to your love)

Home, home, home

To your love

Home, home, home

To your lov