Woorden: Rocco DeLuca & Burden. Mercy. Nightingale.

And I like the way it feels
To burn my soul into my heels
And I don't want to go home

And I don't hide the scars I have
They no longer make me sad
And I don't want to go home

And I can't quite remember
The last time when you kissed me

And I've seen the open road
The nightingale sings to a rose
Ooh

And I've killed a cold black night
It's lifting wings and breaking light
And I don't want to go home

And I can't quite remember
The last time when you kissed me

No no! Ooh
No no! Ooh

And I can't quite remember your face
And I can't quite remember the feel of your hands
And I
When you, when you kissed me