You're Not Home - Keane (基音乐队)
Lyrics by：Tim Rice-Oxley/Tom Chaplin/Richard Hughes/Jesse Quin
Composed by：Tim Rice-Oxley/Tom Chaplin/Richard Hughes/Jesse Quin
The click of the front door
Your clothes left on the floor
Bike wheels still turning
Where you left them on the back lawn
Your voices recede and
Your fingers slip from my hand
White skies and silence
A lifeless wind burns through the downland
And it's cold cold cold cold cold
When you're not home home home home home
I sit and stare I sit and stare
Into my phone phone phone phone phone
I love that silver-grey first morning light
I see that fearless love in your blue eyes
Think I can picture some new shape of life
But now you're not home
No you're not home not home
And it's cold cold cold cold cold
When you're not home home home home home
I sit and stare I sit and stare
Into my phone phone phone phone phone
I love that silver-grey first morning light
I see that fearless love in your blue eyes
Think I can picture some new shape of life
But now you're not home
No you're not home
I love that silver-grey first morning light
I see that fearless love in your blue eyes
Think I can picture some new shape of life
But now you're not home
No you're not home
Not home no you're not home
Not home no you're not home
Not home
