Home In My Hand (ABGT546)

Trace little hearts around your skin
Drawing a map of the places we've been
I can't find solutions but I always find you
And I know, that you'll find me too

So when all of the days have been had
And we're trying to reshape like the stones in the sand
That I hold when the sun falls again
A familiar type of love like a home in my hand

Boarded a plane to somewhere new
Trying to paint my world in different hues
I can't find solutions but I always find you
And I know, that you'll find me too

That you'll find me too

So when all of the days have been had
And we're trying to reshape like the stones in the sand
That I hold when the sun falls again
A familiar type of love like a home in my hand