Come Home | festival Pinkpop 1997 (исполнитель: Placebo)
Stuck between thedo or die, I feel emaciated. Hard to breathe I try and try, I'll get asphyxiated. Swinging from the tallest height, with nothing left to hold on to. Every sky is blue, but not for me and you. [bad word] home [bad word] home [bad word] home [bad word] home. Glass and petrol vodka gin, it feels like breathing methane. Throw yourself from skin to skin, and still it doesn't dull thepain. Vanish like a lipstick trace, it always blows me away. Every cloud is grey, with dreams of yesterday. [bad word] home [bad word] home [bad word] home [bad word] home [bad word] home [bad word] home [bad word] home [bad word] home. Always goes against the grain, and I can try and deny it Give a monkey half a brain, and still he's bound to fry it. Now the happening scene is dead, I used to want to be there too. Every sky is blue, but not for me and you. [bad word] home [bad word] home [bad word] home [bad word] home [bad word] home [bad word] home [bad word] home [bad word] home.