L'appel Du Vide

Can’t you see
All these things that surround me
It’s black and white
Drained of colour, I can’t turn left nor right
I feel too much
Drowning in the crave of every touch
I don’t want to feel alone
Yeah come on home, to me my love
I can be all you need
Yeah come on home, to me my love
Of stories told
Our will be the one in which we would grow old
It all takes time
Pen to paper, on stage slurring every rhyme
I hate it
I hate it when you leave
I don’t want to feel alone
Yeah come on home, to me my love
I can be all you need
Yeah come on home, to me my love