Seven Lions, Mike Mains - Coming Home

Текст песни

Time it slips from fingertips
I tore her dress, threw it to the floor
I’m in love with every open door
I’m sorry
It’s cold as hell on the other side of this bed
Twisted up in sheets, demons in my head
I wanna know you, oh let me come back
I’m sorry I slid off the track
I’m hopeless without you
Hopeless without you
Hopeless without you so
I’m coming home, I’m coming home!
I’m coming home, I’m coming home!
I’m coming home, I’m coming home!
I’m coming home, I’m coming home!
I’m coming home, I’m coming home!
Wide awake and I can’t sleep
Shaking fevers from these broken dreams
Baby, could you forgive me for what I lost?
Could you forgive me?
It’s cold as hell on the other side of this bed
Twisted up in sheets, demons in my head
I wanna know you, oh let me come back
I’m sorry I slid off the track
I’m hopeless without you
Hopeless without you
Hopeless without you so
I’m coming home, I’m coming home!
I’m coming home, I’m coming home!
I’m coming home, I’m coming home!
I’m coming home, I’m coming home!
I’m coming home, I’m coming home!