Coming Home کے بول

At night I lie awake And not a minute longer can I take The voices I can hear Chanting of my end creeping near Angel, spread your wings How beautiful it sounds, when sirens sing Coming home Coming home To the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles I can hear them moan In the wind so cold it cuts through flesh and bone Now I am prey They will come for me and I will have to pay Angel, spread your wings How beautiful it sounds, when sirens sing Coming home Coming home To the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles Kein Weg zurück Kein Weg hinaus Kein Weg zurück Kein Weg hinaus Kein Weg zurück Kein Weg hinaus Kein Weg zurück Kein Weg hinaus (Outside the wind is howling You can sense something prowling around Under your skin it´s crawling Forever you´ll be falling down) Beware - no false move I don´t know why I have to reach the roof And I run up the stairs The steps all rotten, but I no longer care Coming home Coming home Coming home To the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles Coming home Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles Coming home Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles To the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles To the tiles, the tiles, the tiles