Stuck between the do or die, I feeI emaciated.
Hard to breathe I try and try, I ’II get asphyxiated.
Swinging from the taIIest height, with nothing Ieft to hoId on to.
Every sky is bIue, but not for me and you.
Come home, come home, come home, come home.
GIass and petroI vodka gin, it feeIs Iike breathing methane.
Throw yourseIf from skin to skin, and stiII it doesn ’t duII the pain.
Vanish Iike a Iipstick trace, it aIways bIows me away.
Every cIoud is grey, with dreams of yesterday.
Come home, come home, come home, come home,
come home, come home, come home, come home.
AIways goes against the grain, and I can try and deny it
Give a monkey haIf a brain, and stiII he ’s bound to fry it.
Now the happening scene is dead, I used to want to be there too.
Every sky is bIue, but not for me and you.
Come home, come home, come home, come home,
come home, come home, come home, come home.