Tramping down the flattened wires/stoney veins and city lights around my head/ancona what a haven found/fall descending/wrapping round my tired soul/i feel as if you understand/ your apron and your practiced hands/you're lonely too/oh wait/ just one more word/before i melt into this world/where no one knows my name or face
What happened to my home
What is this feeling crawling down my throat
The more that i return
The less i belong
I know that i can't stay
But i just can't go
Whispers aren't as close as you/but all we've heard for months/are ghosts on telephones/and sitting here/your hand in mine/i finally understand just why you made me cry
What happened to my home
What is this feeling wrapping round my throat
The more that i return
The less i belong
I know that i can't stay
But i just don't want to go
Nathanael Mehrens - Ancona Lyrics
Nathanael Mehrens - Ancona Lyrics
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Tramping down the flattened wires/stoney veins and city lights around my head/ancona what a haven found/fall descending/wrapping round my tired soul/i feel as if you understand/ your apron and your practiced hands/you're lonely too/oh wait/ just one more word/before i melt into this world/where no one knows my name or face
What happened to my home
What is this feeling crawling down my throat
The more that i return
The less i belong
I know that i can't stay
But i just can't go
Whispers aren't as close as you/but all we've heard for months/are ghosts on telephones/and sitting here/your hand in mine/i finally understand just why you made me cry
What happened to my home
What is this feeling wrapping round my throat
The more that i return
The less i belong
I know that i can't stay
But i just don't want to go
What happened to my home
What is this feeling crawling down my throat
The more that i return
The less i belong
I know that i can't stay
But i just can't go
Whispers aren't as close as you/but all we've heard for months/are ghosts on telephones/and sitting here/your hand in mine/i finally understand just why you made me cry
What happened to my home
What is this feeling wrapping round my throat
The more that i return
The less i belong
I know that i can't stay
But i just don't want to go