Going Home کے بول

We’ve been through this so many times before Nothing changes and I think I’m going home Affection has turned into affliction Nothing changes and I think I’m going home Intentions running high but our ambition’s low We’re torn away with nowhere left to go We made our different choices, then we changed our ways Still we’re grinding on We’re not enough Not want I want We’re giving up We’ve come and gone I’m tearing you, you’re tearing me apart Nothing changes and I think I’m going home The way you look at me, I look at you Nothing changes and I think I’m going home