Stuck between the do or die I feel emaciated Hard to breathe I try and try I'll get asphyxiated Swinging from the tallest height With nothing left to hold on to
Every sky is blue, But not for me and you, Come home (X4)
Glass and petrol vodka gin It feels like breathing methane Throw yourself from skin to skin And still it doesn't dull the pain Vanish like a lipstick trace It always blows me away.
Every cloud is grey, Dreams of yesterday, Come home (X8)
Always goes against the grain And I can try and deny it Give a monkey half a brain And still he's bound to fry it Now the happening scene is dead I used to want to be there too
Every sky is blue, But not for me and you, Come home (X8)