Tiny Faces from Warm Things by Erin Snape

Tiny faces fill my room like
People staying long after they're welcome
The funny thing is I don't mind

They keep me company in truth and
Listen to the songs and thoughts I tell them
The funny thing is that seems alright

And I don't quite know what to think anymore with the
Way things are going
And I never quite get to sleep anymore when the
World won't stop blowing through my window
So far from home

Tiny people can be loud enough
To break a glass in two in protest
Of all the small talk they have shared
'Cause peace and quiet is handed out to
Lucky few who live life by some old sensibility
That seems so rare

And I don't quite know what to think anymore with the
Way things are going
And I never quite get to sleep anymore when the
World won't stop blowing through my window
So far from home
So far from home
One day you'll be sitting in a field somewhere
And feel like the human race has left you alone
So far from home
Like a man on the moon watching earth from a toy box of chrome
And that day, oh that day
It'll be wonderful, and you'll be okay

And you might not know what to think anymore with the
Way things are going
And you might still not get to sleep anymore when the
World won't stop blowing through your window
But you'll feel something, yes you'll feel something
That feels like home

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