I'vè been sick ànd tirèd Of bèing sick and tired Seàrching far and wide For something that feels real I need something real I don't want to lose my soul Chasing after things that don't lead Me straight to you I'm lost in the feeling That I ain't from this world Going Back to Eden Ain't gonna be easy But it leads me straight to you Now I'm running home Like the Prodigal I don't need the money I don't want the fame I don't want what I can't take With me in the grave I don't want to lose my soul Chasing after things that don't lead.
You said, "Forever, " in the end I fought it Please be honest, are we better for it? Thought you'd hate me, but instead you called And said, "I miss you", I caught it
