Текст песни: Home + перевод

This is a message, the first one of many

Your phone’s disconnected, I know you won’t get it

I hope that Paris is fine, you’ve left New York far behind

And God has been waiting and I have been waiting to show you the things that we

made

In September when you went away

Will you come home?

Will you come home?

Will you come home?

The black and white distance, the wrecking ball romance

That sweet subway picture, the burning house fixtures

I hope you don’t change your mind, did the lights of New York leave you blind?

And the island is calling and I have been calling to show you the songs that we

made

In December when you were away

Will you come home?

Will you come home?

Will you come home?

Will you come home?

Will you come home?

Will you come home?

Will you come home?

Will you come home?

Will you come home?

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