Suburban Opera Songtext
von Gyan

Mother was Oklahomer
Father was Figaro
We lived a suburban opera
Like a 1950s TV show
Behind closed doors
We were so exposed
Inside my head
They would never know
The desperation that would make me go

Home is where the hurt is
Down Sentimental Drive
Home is where the lights stay on
Come on and try to keep this love alive
Home is where the hurting is
So tell me why I′m hurting now


Oh, the days
Tijuana Brass we played
Hey, you know we cried
In all the right places
So hard to move on
Still in love with what has gone
We take our positions
As the man and the wife

Home is where the hurt is
Down Sentimental Drive
Home is where the lights stay on
Come on and try to keep this love alive
Home is where the hurting is
Tell me where you're hurting now

Well, we made big promises
And we blew the candles out
Fingers get wet in wishing wells
But dreams get lost in nursery rhymes
Conversations over washing lines

Home is where the hurt is
Down Sentimental Drive
Home is where the lights stay on
Come on and try to keep this love alive
Home is where the hurting is
So tell me why you′re hurting now
Hurting now


Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Who's hurting?
Who's hurting?
Who′s hurting now?
Who′s hurting?
Who's hurting now?
Who′s hurting now?