Oceans Songtext

von Zen Zebra

Holy home is temporary
All the heat, it is gone
You whisper through a door ajar
„You are not welcome“

Yesterday I thought I knew you,
But today there're oceans dividing us

[Refrain]
Not anything here you would miss
Still you want more of these
As the road we walk begins to end
We prepare to leave
With no promise to keep

The air is used and withered, it smells like old clothing
And outside the same, annoying
It would not change a thing

[Refrain]
Not anything here you would miss
Still you want more of these
As the road we walk begins to end
We prepare to leave
With no promise to keep

There's nothing you would miss
You still you want more of these
You haven't got enough
Just enough of me