It's gonna be okay this time I'm coming home I'm sick of all the city lights Sleeping in a cold bed by the phone I've been traveling through a long black tunnel Re-merging into the light I won't believe that everyone will fall for me In my glass slippers Curfew set for midnight Midnight
It's gonna be alright this time I'm coming home Evoked among familiar faces The sound of a trombone And in the presence of the night I store my feelings on the shelf Listen to the breathing of the fireplace No longer in a cold bed by myself I'm...
Home, Home, I'm home You can count the seconds in my time But I'm home Home and I'll be fine Fine Gotta get myself home
I'm home there ain't nothing else that I need Just the warm familiar faces standing next to me There's ain't nowhere else I'd rather be In the warmth and company Of friends and family
Home, Home, I'm home You can count the seconds in my time But I'm home Home and I'll be fine Home and I'll be fine Gotta get myself homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
