Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Old Home, artist - The Belle Brigade. Album song The Belle Brigade, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 14.04.2011
Record label: Reprise
Song language: English
My Old Home |
| My old home with flowers on all the tables |
| Where did all that go? |
| I guess the flowers got old and died |
| Wilted and dried from the son who was never that able |
| To sit with you while you cried |
| Now he’s the one who’s alone |
| Yeah I’m trying |
| Yeah I’m trying real hard |
| Trying to build this thing back up from nothing |
| But I’m shooting in the dark |
| Keep on missing the mark, yeah |
| But there’s no doubt in my mind that I feel something |
| Deep in my heart |
| Hot on my head, yeah |
| We are growin' older and bolder |
| Trying to find the thread that connects our hearts |
| Stretches so damn far, forget we’re apart |
| But now I got my head, said I’m tryin' to correct |
| My growing list of wrongs |
| And I’m surprised how it got this long |
| And yeah I was a child but that don’t cut it anymore |
| Not like we’re playing on any little swing set |
| Is the world that’s spinning 'round |
| We get stuck to the ground, yeah |
| But when we said that we could go higher |
| Yeah I believed that |
| And I feel it coming on |
| It’s why I wrote this song, yeah |