This is us on a western Atlantic coast With no place to be, just taking in the sea Tonight with a constant buzz, we're staring at the ocean crashing on All the rocks below cold in this foreign home This old story When we're gone I'll feel I've never missed anyone You lay in the grass along the edge âIs this a dream?", you ask and I don't say anything 'Cause this may be a dream And we come to this place like two convicts that have escaped From the prison of everyday and for the moment we'll have our stay This old story When we're gone I'll feel I've never missed anyone You lay in the grass along the edge From this cliff's edge the gulls fly below us Diving into the sea below us, below us And I'm not cold tonight beside you, beside you And we're not cold tonight This old story When we're gone I'll feel I've never missed anyone This old story Expatriate, you're coming home This old story When we're gone I'll feel I've never missed anyone This old story Expatriate, you're coming home You're coming home You're coming home You're coming home You're coming home You're coming © WORLD PARTY 2000 MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com