Fire
Sparkles across the wood and I see your face
Smilin'
Right at me
And in your eyes I feel your grace
Through thin nylon walls
The wind is howling out
All the while the same wind picks me up
And carries me your way
I'm coming home
Yeah I'm coming home
Call of the mountain
I tried to brush it off 500 ways
Tryna climb this mountain wall
And I recall the way you used to brush my face
So far from home yet
Your lighthouse keeps on beaming through my darkest hour
Three thousand feet of air
Beneath my shaded tent wants to
Hold my tears
I'm coming home
Yeah I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Yeah I'm coming home
Chocolate
My last piece
Two nights ago
And I can feel myself fading
Sepia
Colored dreams of
Filling water into balloons
Play all afternoon
Mother
Holdin' my hand in a
Straight line
My first week of school
Father
The first time
I rode my bike or shot a gun
You were right there by my side
Even when I cried
Now I'm coming home
Yeah I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Well I'm comin' home
Coming Home Video (MV)
Jakob Friis - Coming Home Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
Fire
Sparkles across the wood and I see your face
Smilin'
Right at me
And in your eyes I feel your grace
Through thin nylon walls
The wind is howling out
All the while the same wind picks me up
And carries me your way
I'm coming home
Yeah I'm coming home
Call of the mountain
I tried to brush it off 500 ways
Tryna climb this mountain wall
And I recall the way you used to brush my face
So far from home yet
Your lighthouse keeps on beaming through my darkest hour
Three thousand feet of air
Beneath my shaded tent wants to
Hold my tears
I'm coming home
Yeah I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Yeah I'm coming home
Chocolate
My last piece
Two nights ago
And I can feel myself fading
Sepia
Colored dreams of
Filling water into balloons
Play all afternoon
Mother
Holdin' my hand in a
Straight line
My first week of school
Father
The first time
I rode my bike or shot a gun
You were right there by my side
Even when I cried
Now I'm coming home
Yeah I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Well I'm comin' home
Sparkles across the wood and I see your face
Smilin'
Right at me
And in your eyes I feel your grace
Through thin nylon walls
The wind is howling out
All the while the same wind picks me up
And carries me your way
I'm coming home
Yeah I'm coming home
Call of the mountain
I tried to brush it off 500 ways
Tryna climb this mountain wall
And I recall the way you used to brush my face
So far from home yet
Your lighthouse keeps on beaming through my darkest hour
Three thousand feet of air
Beneath my shaded tent wants to
Hold my tears
I'm coming home
Yeah I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Yeah I'm coming home
Chocolate
My last piece
Two nights ago
And I can feel myself fading
Sepia
Colored dreams of
Filling water into balloons
Play all afternoon
Mother
Holdin' my hand in a
Straight line
My first week of school
Father
The first time
I rode my bike or shot a gun
You were right there by my side
Even when I cried
Now I'm coming home
Yeah I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Well I'm comin' home
Writer: Jakob Friis
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid