Going Home 탭

Imagine life was a little box,
with a picked lock, from the outside.
And picture life as you wanted it,
let's not be hard on it, on the inside.

Some kind of message lies under your skin,
making its home in the way that you think,
Some kind of distance is bringing you in,
where you are going, now I can't come in.

And I see how they all get along with us
And I see how they all get along with us.

Imagine life was a little box,
with a picked lock, from the outside.
And picture life as you wanted it,
let's not be hard on it, on the inside.

Some kind of message lies under your skin,
making its home in the way that you think,
Some kind of distance is bringing you in,
where you are going, now I can't come in.

And I see how they all get along with us
And I see how they all get along with us
And I see how they all get along with us
And I see how they all get along with us.

Imagine life was your only alibi,
Oh I decide if some kind of (love?) and some kind of life,

And I see how they all get along with us
And I see how they all get along with us
And I see how they all get along with us
And I see how they all get along with us.