| [00:27] | Stuck between the do or die, |
| [00:29] | I feel emaciated. |
| [00:36] | Hard to breathe I try and try, |
| [00:39] | I'll get asphyxiated. |
| [00:46] | Swinging from the tallest height, |
| [00:48] | with nothing left to hold on to. |
| [00:55] | Every sky is blue, but not for me and you. |
| [01:04] | Come home, come home... |
| [01:23] | Glass and petrol vodka gin, |
| [01:26] | it feels like breathing methane. |
| [01:33] | Throw yourself from skin to skin, |
| [01:35] | and still it doesn't dull the pain. |
| [01:42] | Vanish like a lipstick trace, |
| [01:44] | it always blows me away. |
| [01:52] | Every cloud is grey, with dreams of yesterday. |
| [02:00] | Come home, come home... |
| [03:14] | Always goes against the grain, |
| [03:16] | and I can try and deny it |
| [03:23] | Give a monkey half a brain, |
| [03:25] | and still he's bound to fry it. |
| [03:32] | Now the happening scene is dead, |
| [03:35] | I used to want to be there too. |
| [03:42] | Every sky is blue, but not for me and you. |
| [03:50] | Come home, come home... |