Home To Me Testo

i wake by the touch of his skinand i know it was an accident
but i'm glad to be the one he kicks in his sleep
you feel like home to me
i smile when he grins
but i know it was the television
i'm glad to around when he's laughing
you look like home to me
i wait by the telephone and it could ring but it don't
still, i'm glad to be the voice on his answering machine
you look like to me
i live for the moments when
he looks like he's feeling
'bout half of what i do when i say 'i love you'
you look like home to me
you look like home to me