Come Home (Live at Parkteateret)
I cover my ears as I'm dropping the pin
In desolate silence any needle will din
Come home
Come home
Suddenly stillness is menacing now
And all this emptiness pressing somehow
Come home
Come home
The hours move
At a creep
What can I do
All ardour is put to sleep
I twiddle my thumbs
In fidgety rest
The air has become
Stagnant in my chest
My pitiful pasttime has no axe to grind
The void left behind you is pervading my mind
Come home
Come home
Come home
Come home
Come home
Come home
Come home
In desolate silence any needle will din
Come home
Come home
Suddenly stillness is menacing now
And all this emptiness pressing somehow
Come home
Come home
The hours move
At a creep
What can I do
All ardour is put to sleep
I twiddle my thumbs
In fidgety rest
The air has become
Stagnant in my chest
My pitiful pasttime has no axe to grind
The void left behind you is pervading my mind
Come home
Come home
Come home
Come home
Come home
Come home
Come home
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Mark Overland, Tor Talle
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