Roman Evgenievich Messer
And who made that line
So I'm trapped by my own design
I can read all the pictures now
Then I'm changed by the thought somehow
Broken glass lays under my feet and I can't
Come home come home
Broken glass lays under my feet and I can't
Come home come home
The needle picks up and goes
Back to the starting note
The familiar tone
That spirals out here alone
So who can I blame
When I know that it runs the same
I singled you out
It's a feeling I can't explain
Broken glass lays under my feet and I can't
Come home come home
Broken glass lays under my feet and I can't
Come home come home
Come home
Come home
