Soho Songtext
von Maz O’Connor

Soho doesn′t reach her high notes
When you're not around
So won′t you come on home?
You left, took the summer with you
And the gin turned bitter
All over Soho

I try to keep myself high
But I need you like the scrapers need the sky
I want you now that I can't have you
Tell me, what can I do to make this feel like home?
It's crowded, every night gets louder
Even though I′m walking Soho streets alone

Restless, you know I′m bad at this
Never did learn the grace to let something go
You left and it turned me bitter
Hard and cold as winter
Now they're tearing down Soho


They board up all the old streets
And they priced out all the old queens
Tore the party down and put up a banjo joint
But I′m saving you a seat still
'Cause I miss you like the money missed the point
I want you now that I can′t have you
Tell me, what can I do to make this feel like home?
It's crowded, every night gets louder
Even though I′m walking Soho streets alone

Come home before there's nothing to come home to
Before there's nothing to come home to
To come home to
Before there′s nothing to come home
Nothing to come home
To come home to
To come home to

I want you now that I can′t have you
Tell me, what can I do to make this feel like home?
It's crowded, every night gets louder
Even though I′m walking Soho streets alone