Paper To a Flame

Today, I miss you
I miss you, don't think he's gonna come through for me
Oh it's you I've always called my baby
And baby, you know I don't think he's gonna come through for me
Oh but the Sun is making up now
Four hymns on [?]
Silently screaming out my name with
Every [?] of shame

Over and over again
Over and over again
Over and over and over again

Let it all come down, let it all surround
Always remember my name
Till the house lights up
Cheer my worries out
Paper to a flame

You know I don't think he's gonna come through for me

We had a transportable Christmas tree
And [?] the whole family
In a strangers bedroom she came to me
On Christmas eve and squeezed me
She said: No place like home
No place like home
No place like home
There no place like home

Today, baby
In early May I miss you