Will I miss my home?
Looks like rain up past the hills.
Now I've got every reason.
Now if it weren't for June I might have forgot
We came here on a velvet rope
And it almost feels like home.
We climb up just to turn back down
And find what counts below.
Looks like rain up past the hills.
Now I've got every reason.
Now if it weren't for June I might have forgot
We came here on a velvet rope
And it almost feels like home.
We climb up just to turn back down
And find what counts below.