There is
no place like home
And she closed her eyes
And the wind it rushed around
She thought she would die from
the pain of missing
The picture's in her heart
An d there's no one
I've been kissing
Since we've been apart
I feel love, I know truth,
I hear music, and I see you
Little birds flying over your head
And all of the witches are dead
Yeah, an d it's a long way back
When you've learned
how to run away
And the lies that you have told
They only get in the way
Of the pain of missing
Someone in your heart
An d the taste, the taste of kissing,
that's the sweetest part
An d I feel the love, I know it's true,
I hear music and I see you
Little birds flying over your head
And all of the witches
are dead
And there isn't a place like home
She opened her eyes an d
her pictures came to life
Much to her surprise there was no
pain and no missing
She could feel her heart,
there was hugging an d kissing
That's the sweetest kind
She felt alone, she knew it's true
See her music, it's just like you
With little birds flying over your head
And all of the witches were dead
I feel love, I know the truth,
I hear music, I see you
The little birds flying over your head
And all of the witches are dead
you