Letra de You’re Not Home - Keane

[Lyrics "You’re Not Home"] 

The click of the front door 

Your clothes left on the floor 

Bike wheels still turnin' 

Where you left them on the back lawn 

Your voices recede and 

Your fingers slip from my hand 

White skies and silence 

A lifeless wind burns through the Downland 

And it's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold 

When you're not home, home, home, home, home 

I sit and stare, I sit and stare 

Into my phone, phone, phone, phone, phone 

I love that silver-grey first mornin' light 

I see that fearless love in your blue eyes 

Think I can picture some new shape of life 

But now you're not home 

No, you're not home, not home 

And it's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold 

When you're not home, home, home, home, home 

I sit and stare, I sit and stare 

Into my phone, phone, phone, phone, phone 

I love that silver-grey first mornin' light 

I see that fearless love in your blue eyes 

Think I can picture some new shape of life 

But now you're not home 

No, you're not home 

I love that silver-grey first mornin' light 

I see that fearless love in your blue eyes 

Think I can picture some new shape of life 

But now you're not home 

No, you're not home 

Not home, no, you're not home 

Not home, no, you're not home 

Not home 

No, you're not home 

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