I like the way it feels, 

To burn my soul into my heels, 

And I don't want to go home. 



I don't mind the scars I have, 

They no longer make me sad, 

And I don't want to go home. 



And I can't quite remember the last time, 

When you kissed me. 



And I've seen the open road, 

The Nightingale sings to a rose, 

"Ooh." 



And I've killed a cold black night 

Its lifting wings and breaking light, 

And I don't want to go home. 



But I can't quite remember the last time, 

When you kissed me. 



No no 

No no 



And I can't quite remember, 

Your face, 

And I can't quite remember, 

The feel of your hands, 

And I - when you kissed me.