Lyrics Coming Home - K.D. Lang

Coming Home

Oh sweet sorrow
Let’s write the book tomorrow
For I caught a glimpse
Been obsessed with it ever since
My eyes no longer weak amongst the clarity that you pronounce in me
Won, you have won
My illumination has begun
I am happily indifferent to the ones who have consistently been wrong
And all that once confined us like minutiae at its finest now is gone
Oh sweet sorrow
Let’s write the book tomorrow
My eyes no longer weak amongst the clarity that you pronounce in me
I am happily indifferent to the ones who have consistently been wrong
And all that once confined us like minutiae at its finest now is gone
And all that that lies before me like the asphalt lures me forward towards home
Home
Coming home