You Know It

Right on the train

Sunday morning (is) bright

Everything else is on the table

To leave world behind

I remember, sitting here

Closed eyes, holding hands

You blow out the candle

It’s all for good

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

Is there something more

In this mirror I saw

Something it takes

I wish I had more

My beautiful darkness

My bedroom is cold

I’m searching for my soul

Forgot it was sold

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

They are waiting

For me

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

They are waiting

For me

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

They are waiting

For me