Going Back Home

My back to the sea

Cause the lights become weak

Pull down the blinds that shutter my life for a week


And the faces I see

The friends I don't keep

And the old folks that start dying in their sleep

And I wish I could speak

To say something unique

To give you the comfort that you seek


Oooh, my love

In the ways that you need me I'm coming back but,

Oooh, my love

It's the ways that you need me that make me want to run


And every time that I think that you're fine, then I see

The distance I keep makes a poor judging fool out of me

Just like coming around to a part of your town that you've been

But everything's changed from the lights to the houses and trees

But the smell is the same and it makes me remember your dreams


Oooh, ooh, My love

Gather your feet and start walking to the sun, my love

Kill off your demons before your heart turns into one


And is the bitter, sweet?

Is it pain that you need?


Is the bitter, sweet?

Is it pain that you need?


Is the bitter, sweet?

Is it pain that you need?


And is the bitter, sweet?

Is it pain that you need?


Is it pain that you need?