Thoughts of a child, echoes of Sunday afternoon.
Things don't improve with time.
She doesn't stir....
I've watched the clock till I despaired....
But I can't close my eyes.
I'll never ga home without deceiving you. The night goes on....
her shoulders gently rise and fall....
l fight those fears away....
There must be more the other side of our front door
I wish that I could stay.... (That's enough)
I'll never go home, without deceiving you.
THAT'S ENOUGH FOR ME....I'll never go home again.
THAT'S ENOUGH FOR ME....without deceiving you.
Things don't improve with time.
She doesn't stir....
I've watched the clock till I despaired....
But I can't close my eyes.
I'll never ga home without deceiving you. The night goes on....
her shoulders gently rise and fall....
l fight those fears away....
There must be more the other side of our front door
I wish that I could stay.... (That's enough)
I'll never go home, without deceiving you.
THAT'S ENOUGH FOR ME....I'll never go home again.
THAT'S ENOUGH FOR ME....without deceiving you.