I stopped by the house we called our home

It was a little rundown, the grass was overgrown

Its screendoor was opening with the wind

I thought I heard you called my name again.



I wish that I could hold on to the past

Cos everything is changing way too fast

I can`t help it long for how it used to be

When you were here and you were loving me.



I finally got that near to go inside

I made it to our bedroom door to cry

I always thought that we could come back home

These empty rooms just prove that I was wrong.



I wish that ...