On Our Way Home
You're not alone, you're not alone, we're on our way home
You're not a norm, you're not a moan, we're on our way home
When having fold the stepping stones, we're on our way home
We can have it all, on our way home
We made on our own, on our way home
You're not alone, you're not alone, we're all just weirdo
When having fallen on the lino, we're all just weirdo
If you postpone the moment we fall in love, we're on our way home
We can have it all, on our way home
We made on our own, on our way home
It's so green, it's so grey in my sweet heart
It's so filled, it's so fresh in my sweet heart
We're all lips from the praise of the hitting guns
We're all freaks from the rays of the heated suns
You're not alone, you're not alone, we're all just weirdo
When having called all the legal, we're all just weirdo
If you postpone the moment we fall in love, we're on our way home
We can have it all, on our way home
We made on our own, on our way home
It's so green, it's so grey in my sweet heart
It's so filled, it's so fresh in my sweet heart
We're all lips from the praise of the hitting guns
We're all freaks from the rays of the heated suns
You're not a norm, you're not a moan, we're on our way home
When having fold the stepping stones, we're on our way home
We can have it all, on our way home
We made on our own, on our way home
You're not alone, you're not alone, we're all just weirdo
When having fallen on the lino, we're all just weirdo
If you postpone the moment we fall in love, we're on our way home
We can have it all, on our way home
We made on our own, on our way home
It's so green, it's so grey in my sweet heart
It's so filled, it's so fresh in my sweet heart
We're all lips from the praise of the hitting guns
We're all freaks from the rays of the heated suns
You're not alone, you're not alone, we're all just weirdo
When having called all the legal, we're all just weirdo
If you postpone the moment we fall in love, we're on our way home
We can have it all, on our way home
We made on our own, on our way home
It's so green, it's so grey in my sweet heart
It's so filled, it's so fresh in my sweet heart
We're all lips from the praise of the hitting guns
We're all freaks from the rays of the heated suns
Credits
Writer(s): Nicolas Kawski
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