when things tears apart, going home will not change a thing
I find myself weeping, call for hope, call for god, call for cure, call for love,
I need a touch, a kiss, a hug, a cure for everything.
A thing that will brings me home, make me feel safe.
All I want to caress your cheek, feel the warm on your skin.
Tell me everything is gonna be fine and whisper my name.
Why you can let it so so easily and it’s so hard for me?