Just when you're thinking things over
And you need a set of vows
And all your friends seem dissapointed
To see the sun going down
And when the sweetness your saving
Is all the sweetness you doubt....
I'm coming home
You look good when your heart is on fire
It's a matter of taste yeah!
You do it right you don't follow the line find the sun
Oohhh
I found you soaking in liquid
I found you there in your robe
Ain't no hands big enough to save us
I got the vibe, I'm coming home
I see you closed up your windows
I see you burn down your throne
Yeah I'm coming home
You look good when your heart is on fire
It's a matter of taste yeah!
You do it right you don't follow the line find the sun
Oohhh
Ride out where do you come from, kick up go find your love
Ain't knocking on your door
Just when your thinking things over
Oh yeah you found your set of vows
And all your friends seem dissapointed
Cos they're not your friends now
And all the books that you've been through
Seem to sad to you now
I'm coming home
You look good when your heart is on fire
It's a matter of taste yeah!
You do it right you don't follow the line find the sun
Where you coming from baby?
Yeah,I'm coming home
Wanna build my Rome and het high
But I can't find the matches
And when you rap me
You drive me to this and say look
I can't sing anymore, I coming home
Coming Home Coming Home
Writer(s): Martin Victor Blunt, Robert James Collins, Timothy Burgess, Jon Brookes, Mark Vincent Collins
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