Gilt Songtext
von Ithaca

Oh, I am not what you had
Oh, I am not what I am

You tried but now you′re on your own
Nothing can stop me coming home

You find a light so bright it blinds you
Remain unconscious to the sound

So glad it turned out to be mutually beneficial
We put each other in the ground

Sever connections, cut that thread
Oh, stand up and leave the dying to the dead


You tried, you're on your own
Nothing stops me
Coming home
Coming home
Coming home
Coming home
Nothing, nothing stops me
Nothing, nothing stops me

You tried but now you′re on your own
Nothing can stop me coming home

So glad it turned out to be mutually beneficial
We put each other in the ground

In the ground
In the
Ground
In the ground
In the ground
In the ground
In the