Sundays (The)
Homeward
You've stolen my heart and I want you to remember now what'll I do living alone?
You've stolen my heart and it hurts me to remember now where'll I go to living alone? And a butterfly in the wind is drifting like I do, it's dumb, I know what I want to say but I can't even take one breath. As night falls I hear voices on the radio, ooh, I'll follow their dreams and wake up alone. And a butterfly in the wind is drifting like I do
it's dumb, I know what I want to say, but I can't even take one breath.
So now still burning silently away, a storm without the thunder.
From Letras Mania