Letra da Música Going Home de Bemuzic

A breeze stirs the grass,
Wakes a memory from the past.
Roots twist and turn.
The light from a torch upon the ground.
A voice is calling me home.

Time slips and slides.
Words are jumping out of rhyme.
The record starts again.
I know every single line,
And a voice is calling me home.

Years piling up.
A dusty room, a broken clock,
Books that won't be read.
It doesn't matter cos I know
That a voice is calling me home.
I'm Going home,
Yeah I'm going home,
Whoooo I'm going home.