Luyện nghe bài hát Welcome Home, Son

Sleep don't visit, so I on sun
And the days into one
And the backs of my eyes hum things I've never done

are swaying from an old clothesline
Like a row of ghosts over old dead grass
Was much but we made the most
home

Ships are from my chest
Some have but most do not
If you find one, please let me know what piece lost

Heal the scars from off my
I don't need them
You can throw them out or them in your mason jars
I've home

All my escaped my head
Bar the door, please don't let in
You were never supposed to
Now my head's at the seams
And I don't if I can

Here, beneath my lungs, I feel your thumbs press my skin again