Via Chicago

I dreamed about killing you again last night
 And it felt alright to me
 Dying on the banks of Embarcadero skies
 I sat and watched you bleed
 Buried you alive in a fireworks display
 Raining down on me
 Your cold, hot blood
 Ran away from me to the sea
 I printed my name on the back of a leaf
 And I watched it float away
 The hope I had in a notebook full of white dry pages
 Was all I tried to save
 But the wind blew me back via Chicago
 In the middle of the night
 And all without fight
 At the crush of veils and starlight
 I know I'll make it back
 One of these days and turn on your TV
 To watch a man with a face like mine
 Being chased down a busy street
 When he gets caught I won't get up
 And I won't go to sleep
 I'm coming home, I'm coming home
 Via Chicago
 Where the cups are cracked and hooked
 Above the sink, they make me think
 Crumbling ladder tears don't fall
 They shine down your shoulders
 Crawling is screw faster lash
 I blow it with kisses
 They rest my head on a pillowy star
 And a cracked door moon
 It says I haven't gone too far
 I'm coming home, I'm coming home
 I'm coming home via Chicago
 I'm coming home, I'm coming home
 I'm coming home
 Searching for a home, searching for a home
 Searching for a home via Chicago
 I'm coming home, I'm coming home