Texty: Ké. Shiny. Coming Home.

Came up to this city on the edge of twenty one
sacrificing innocence for what I would become
we plant the seed to make it grow
to re-destroy the only good we ever know
years go by impossible to trace
won't bring me love, won't bring strength ,
won't bring me home, to you again
wishing I was some-one else doesn't change who I am
I will always miss you
Alone in New York streets, concrete , forest made of steel
and in this crowd of faceless friends so afraid to really feel
rain falls down, a flood I can't escape
won't bring me hope, won't bring strength ,
won't bring me home, to you again
wishing I was some-where else doesn't change where I am
I will always miss you
Cobalt blue October night, separated by one too many miles
this telephone can never take the place of your sweet smile
I close my eyes and always see your face
the smell of your skin, the touch of your hand
until I come home to you again
wishing I was some-where else doesn't change where I am
I will always miss you