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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dan Croll
Dan Croll
Vocals
Joe Wills
Joe Wills
Guitar
Fabian Prynn
Fabian Prynn
Drums
Eamon Lavery
Eamon Lavery
Drums
Andreas Westhagen
Andreas Westhagen
Drums
Sam Rourke
Sam Rourke
Double Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dan Croll
Dan Croll
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe Wills
Joe Wills
Producer
Mike Crossey
Mike Crossey
Mixing Engineer
Jon Gilmore
Jon Gilmore
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Robin Schmidt
Robin Schmidt
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I've forgotten how it feels with the carpet under my seat
It's the polyester fibers that wrap around my feet
Feels like home, home
When the cold shakes my bones it's the rug that warms my soul
It's the textile to the skin, and the sensation alone feels like home, home
So if you ever come 'round to my house take your shoes off at the door
'Cause it's impolite not to; you'll be damaging my floor
'Cause it's my home
When you're down and you're alone it's the train that brings you home
And your mother, brother, sister, father, waitin' at the door
It's so sweet, sweet
Makes me glad I'm only a stone's throw away
Makes me sad that others can't have it the same way
Oh, home, home
In the forest it's unlikely that you'll find a home so tidy
Compared to what it's like living like a city type
Why, it's no home
Written by: Dan Croll
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