FainOnFriday - Coming Home Lyrics

Lost place
Neon lights
Without you
By my side
You are
A hundred miles away
I'll take the Greyhound
I can't stay

Your twinkling eyes
Your gloomy hair
Like a butterfly
In the air
Every moment
We've lost I regret
Soon I hope to sit again
Quiet beside your bed

Can't remember
Your beautiful face
I forgot
The sweet taste
Of your soft lips
That means to be alone
I think it is time
For coming home

I quit my job
I paid my room
Don't wanna be no longer
Such a fool
Who's wasting time
In a foreign land
I want to hear your voice
And to hold your hand

Sunset breaks
The fennecs moan
A bus stop in the desert
And a public phone
Only one call
"I'm coming home tonight
To take you in my arms
To hold you tight"