Paroles de la chanson Home par Last Train

Whistle ! Whistle ! Wounded lungs
I can hear your silly little songs
I've been used to wheezing for so long
There's no place I can call home

From my toes up to my face
My dry body's itching me to death
First I sweat, then I'm so cold
There's no place I can call home

I just want it all to go away
I feel weaker each and every day
I'm so young yet I feel so old
There's no place I can call home

I take their pills, I take their meds

I do everything I can!
Help me please, I feel so raw!
There's no place I can call home

My whole body is a mess
I feel sick in every way!
No more sing-song or lullaby
I won't find a home until I die