Can I come home?
Been all alone
Bow before the throne
Lost one, your own
Young misterbedford 'bout to come back, woo
Yeah
I popped a pill and I can will that my old pains
Will sit and spin on my finger, I can proclaim
My travails and antitheses, they've gone away
Your hurtful words, they'll only sting on the road taking
Me back home, when the sauce comes out my pores
Exposed to my feelings, I just need to get out the cold
The music you keep playing it's got me on a flight
My kindness and patience gone like the sleep during the nights and
Days after I've popped 'em
Lives I've lived disguised in smoke without an option
No surprise, the intoxication's too much fun
Got a problem, restrain me, take me back to church I need the Son of God
The one that rose, the one who looked out for droves of people
He searched the most, I'll see him before the close
My life's a chequer board, done with my chequered past
I promise you God I won't think twice, now that I've come back (Ai)
Can I come home?
Been all alone
Bow before the throne
Lost one, your own
