He hoped to be remembered as the one who told his men to turn back

And go where he'd begun

Roses are the flower he would prefer

Scatter all his ashes on the pier



Genova Heights, Genova Heights

Are hard to leave, are hard to leave

The bedroom lights of Genova Heights are hard to leave



You did wrong that you thought was good, and now you're back in the neighbourhood

I see you when I never should, now you're back in the neighbourhood

You did wrong that you thought was good, and now you're back in the neighbourhood

I see you when I never should, now you're back in the neighbourhood



He taps upon the glass when I'm asleep, so now I keep my window closed at night

S.O.S. in morse code when the wind blows, he is waiting for his moment to be right



Genova Heights, Genova Heights

Are hard to leave, are hard to leave

The endless nights of Genova Heights are hard to leave, so hard to leave...



You did wrong that you thought was good, and now you're back in the neighbourhood

I see you when I never should, now you're back in the neighbourhood

You did wrong that you thought was good, and now you're back in the neighbourhood

I see you when I never should, now you're back in the neighbourhood