Bedbound by Summer - Hospice Lyrics

I frequent her room when you're gone
I don't know what it means but the colour's so saccharine
Little lips hold yet no lies
The house had me a record player
The lady died in hospice with kids she'd never miss
With lips that hold no more lies

Now you're coming home
With familiar warmth and all the good things you've ever known
Encapsulated in one one hour drive

The gas fire heater keeps me warm in this one room
Luckily I don't need to leave because in the rest of the house i'd freeze
Waiting impatiently on a call to arms
Park right up outside and there'll be four right there at the door
With hips that cause us to multiply

Now you're home
With familiar warmth and all the good things you've ever known
Encapsulated in one one hour drive