On our way home,
edging a smile,
thinking about it.
All of the while,
you never stop.
You're the traffic in my brain,
the lover that I got.
There's no way that you can see,
when you feel that far away from me.
You're coming home, yeah.
steeper the climb,
sharper the sights,
better the sorry.
Quietly drown,
losing my face,
I need you to find me.
This is not how we should be.
How come you feel so far from me?
You're coming home, yeah.
It's time to confess,
[I'm] dying for you.
You seem to life me.
So, you're the knife,
these are the words.
Waiting for you,
it's all I can do.
You're coming home, yeah.
edging a smile,
thinking about it.
All of the while,
you never stop.
You're the traffic in my brain,
the lover that I got.
There's no way that you can see,
when you feel that far away from me.
You're coming home, yeah.
steeper the climb,
sharper the sights,
better the sorry.
Quietly drown,
losing my face,
I need you to find me.
This is not how we should be.
How come you feel so far from me?
You're coming home, yeah.
It's time to confess,
[I'm] dying for you.
You seem to life me.
So, you're the knife,
these are the words.
Waiting for you,
it's all I can do.
You're coming home, yeah.