The coffee is cold I'm all out of clean clothes And the dishes are where you left them months ago And there is the shelf From where all of my dreams fell The pictures you left, the books you all but stole
You said Oh I'm taking this what's mine But that's my heart, I think you'll find And I need the both form you
Are you coming home? Are you coming home? Tell me, cause too many things remind me of our love Too many ghosts Are you coming home? Are you coming home? Cause there are, too many memories of the dream I lost Are you coming home? 'Cause I don't wanna live a life with ghosts
I stare at the cracks Where the paint kinda peels back Where you told me to fix it up a million times So this is a tomb Bust much like a shrine too Ooh all of the life we lived before you died
You whispered Take my key, unlock the door 'Cause I don't need it anymore Now I am here alone
Are you coming home? Are you coming home? Tell me, cause too many things remind me of our love Too many ghosts Are you coming home? Are you coming home? Cause there are, too many memories of the dream I lost Are you coming home? 'Cause I don't wanna live a life with ghosts
Take my key, unlock the door 'Cause I don't need it anymore Now I am here alone
Are you coming home? Are you coming home? Tell me, cause too many things remind me of our love Too many ghosts Are you coming home? Are you coming home? Cause there are, too many memories of the dream I lost Are you coming home? 'Cause I don't wanna live a life with ghosts