Written by Talena Bricker
Recorded, Produced, Engineered, Mixed and Mastered by Jason Vorpagel at Sound Forge Studios in Richland, WA
Talena Bricker: Vocals and Guitar
Jason Vorpagel: Vocals, Guitar, Keyboard, Drums

Lyrics

You’re standing in front of the fire, but to walk through is too much pain.

Bold hands burn so you refrain.

You were a walking mountain, shaking snow as you’d go,

But you lose your way when the cold winds blow.

Oh, it feels like home.

Home. Giving up, going it alone.

You see the light in the tunnel, a way to escape the jail, but the iron bars of fear prevail.

You found your feet were suited to holding you in place. Don’t make stillness your disgrace.

Oh, I know it feels like home.

Home. Giving up, going it alone.

There’s bad and there’s worse. You’re forgetting which came first.

What do you dream of when the walls of awake are at bay? Do you ever break away?

Oh, I know it feels like home.

Home. Giving up, going it alone.


You’re standing in front of the fire, but to walk through is too much pain.

Bold hands burn so you refrain.

You were a walking mountain, shaking snow as you’d go,

But you lose your way when the cold winds blow.

Oh, it feels like home.

Home. Giving up, going it alone.

You see the light in the tunnel, a way to escape the jail, but the iron bars of fear prevail.

You found your feet were suited to holding you in place. Don’t make stillness your disgrace.

Oh, I know it feels like home.

Home. Giving up, going it alone.

There’s bad and there’s worse. You’re forgetting which came first.

What do you dream of when the walls of awake are at bay? Do you ever break away?

Oh, I know it feels like home.

Home. Giving up, going it alone.