Lyrics

 
I think it was about the end of March,
‘Cause we breathed in the leftover winter air,
And I’m not sure if it was just the country,
But you made it feel like home.
 
I used to only dream of angels,
I used to only dream of you,
But now you’ve dampened all our memories,
And I’ve lost my home to you.
 
The night when you said,
“I need to get out of this place,
I’m running away,
I’m giving up, I’m letting you go,
But you’ll never know how much you’ve changed me,
And one day I’ll be coming home.”
 
Remember we made our own summer,
Beneath a bush by the sand,
And I whispered words you were too afraid to say,
And I felt like I was home.
 
Until you said,
“I need to get out of this place,
I’m running away,
I’m giving up, I’m letting you go,
But you’ll never know how much you’ve changed me,
And one day I’ll be coming home.”
 
I strummed my guitar,
And you said I could make you cry,
So I sang the words I thought you’d remember,
Funny how I’m all alone.
 
‘Cause  you said.
“I need to get out of this place,
I’m running away,
I’m giving up, I’m letting you go,
But you’ll never know how much you’ve changed me,
And one day I’ll be coming,
I need to get out of this place,
I’m running away,
I’m giving up, I’m letting you go,
But you’ll never know how much you’ve changed me,
And one day I’ll be coming home.”
One day you’ll be coming home.