4 steps away from your front door. I stop to breath and I take 2 steps more. The smile doesn't reach my eyes. And nervous laughter turns into a sigh. And it goes on and on and on. We float on nothing's wrong. The breadcrumbs gone, they're gone, they're gone. And we're so far from home, So far and so alone. Somewhere between there, 3 and 6 The early hours before the sunlight sticks. I press my face against your bed. And felt each fragment of my own chest crack. And it goes on and on and on. You ask me, "Baby, something wrong?" The breadcrumbs gone, they're gone, they're gone. And we're so far from home. So far and so alone. (Ooh-ooh-ooh-oh) 0 2 fingertips pressed tight I made a wish and blew an eyelash into the night. I didn't see it float away. Felt my fingers in my face all day.