Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fly Home, artist - The Living Tombstone. Album song zero_one, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 03.09.2020
Record label: Ghost Pixel
Song language: English
Fly Home |
| Pack a bag, hop in a car |
| Another day, another destination |
| Fly somewhere far |
| Gotta start fresh in a new location |
| Seems somewhat bizarre |
| Living life without a sovereign nation |
| Said make me a star |
| This is what you gotta do |
| In the air again |
| It’s just like a merry-go-round |
| Living miles above |
| You miss being there on the ground |
| So sick of white and chrome |
| But I’ve got the world to roam |
| So I am lost in the unknown |
| 'Til the birds fly home |
| Go to sleep somewhere new |
| Seven hours on a red eye flight |
| To meet someone who |
| Is supposed to give me all the answers |
| Learn something true |
| Another hundred thousand miles I flew |
| I’m just passing through |
| And it’s all I ever do |
| I’m in the air again |
| It’s just like a merry-go-round |
| Living miles above |
| You miss being there on the ground |
| So sick of white and chrome |
| But I’ve got the world to roam |
| So I am lost in the unknown |
| 'Til the birds fly home |
| I’m gone, alone on top of the world |
| They say there’s nothing wrong |
| Success is a wonderful whirlwind |
| But I’m lost at sea |
| It’s a prison being free |
| It won’t be long you’ll see |
| Only 'til the birds fly home |
| I’ll just be a voice over the phone |
| Destinations all unknown |
| Only 'til the birds fly home |
| Used to live simple life |
| In a single nondescript location |
| Stress, fam’ly strife |
| Sick and tired of the aggravation |
| So, wrote my songs |
| Try to make it big in my vocation |
| I’d prove them wrong |
| And did what I had to do |
| I’m in the air again |
| It’s just like a merry-go-round |
| Living miles above |
| You miss being there on the ground |
| So sick of white and chrome |
| But I’ve got the world to roam |
| So I am lost in the unknown |
| 'Til the birds fly home |
| I’m gone, alone on top of the world |
| They say there’s nothing wrong |
| Success is a wonderful whirlwind |
| But I’m lost at sea |
| It’s a prison being free |
| It won’t be long you’ll see |
| 'Til the birds fly home |
| 'Til the birds fly home |
| Fly home |