Honey I just can't get around it anymore You make me feel like home is where you are Baby I just can't run around it every morn' It's time that I believe it home is where you are Notes in my drawers Songs in my pockets * Fragments of letters that you sent Left over phone calls Cologne in the bath I still have that bottle of Rosé Staring at your photograph Trying to take it down There's still a stirring in my heart Chorus I've never been to half of these places * But your postcard collection makes me crave A little space, a little waste Out of the city into the grace of another land Another tongue, another time Staring at your photograph I can't take it down There's still a fire in me yeah Chorus x 2 Honey I just can't... I better believe...