Come Home lyrics

Lost (Perrin)

You can’t go back
Even when you’ve gone the wrong way up a one way street
I just lost track
Of the directions that you gave me, I’m dead on my feet
And I accept defeat.

And I’m sorry that I couldn’t stay

And I never meant to go away

And I meant to come back home some day

But I lost my way (x2)

Something went wrong
So very early I have never been sure what’s right
I’ve spent so long
Taking the wrong road that I’ve seen more dark than light
So I prefer the night

Chorus

What people want
I never give them and I’ve never discovered why
I’m just so broke
You’ll never fix me so it’s better if you don’t try
Better to say goodbye



Nicole (Perrin)

As though it never happened
She brushes her hair
And looks for a smile
That isn’t there
Outside the day seems to go in reverse
But she knows it’s a problem that’s never been hers

And Nicole sleeps with her eyes open

And pretends she doesn’t mind

Nicole knows she’s being followed

All the time

The street looks dirtier
Than yesterday
No protests of passion
Could wash it away
Holding hands without a witness
Remember love is only business

Chorus

Nicole sleeps by a tired phone
Knowing she’ll never
Be quite alone
Seems like hurt is back in season
She wants excuses
They give her reasons

Chorus

Oil Painting (Halliwell)

The walls are white, the corridors are clinically clean

And no-one will tell you what they mean;

These are also spaces in which mysteries occur.

Snapshots caught as shutters click and whir

I came in here to see just how the other half are hung,

To hear how our history’s hymns are sung,

While preparing for your preview you’ll be slipping on a gown

Loosening your hair to wear it down

You may not be an oil painting

Your loveliness may leave no lasting mark on mankind

But as your face is framed I see a lifetime in it

I’d not trade a single minute

The camera does not lie;

You are no oil painting

But neither am I.

A girl floats past with hair aflame and lips of royal blue

Soon you’ll be horizontal, too

And if have to carry you to church, I know you’ll be no weight

Get thee to an altar-rail before it is too late

You may not be an oil painting

Your loveliness may leave no lasting mark on mankind

But as I scan your skin I see the lifelines beckon

I’d not trade a single second

The camera does not lie;

You are no oil painting

But neither am I.

An everyday enigma caked in blood and yolk and white

Did she ever rage against the dying of the light?

Fossilised in amber, flaking from her smile,

Her looks were only leased to her awhile

You may not be an oil painting

Your loveliness may leave no lasting mark on mankind

But with your thoughts laid out in colours blinking

I catch myself for a second thinking:

In spite of constant danger

Life is so much stranger

And somehow much more wonderful than art.

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