Alison Moyet2015年10月2日

Home - Alison Moyet (艾莉森·莫耶)

Written by:Alison Moyet/Pete Glenister

Does no one here have any place to go


Can there be time for such reclining

In your social to and fro


Have you no paramour


No dogs to walk


No early morning shift


That calls you like a whore and

Begs you make it swift


Does no one here have anything to show


For every hour you devour

In pursuit of letting go

Where is your suckling brood


Your easy mood


'Kick up the fire and let the

Flames break loose'


Home go home


Your dreams are yours alone


All buffered nail and whittled heel


Like clothes and skin the dance floor peels


Home go home


The masquerade is done


From here on in tomorrow's canned


In each dear disappointed hand


Does no one here have anything to say


Would it be treasonous to reason with

A heart so young and gay

It is the perfect frock exquisite locks


And nothing comes to rain on your parade


Home go home


Your dreams are yours alone


What care I for your cobbled life


Your talent turn your status wife

Go home go home to valance

Flock and drone


Your lovers writhe like eels inside


Your neighbour's sheets squealing


Bleating haste quick turn


The pyro lives to burn


The pelmet catches batten hatches

All is gone that no one snatches


Home go home and govern you

Your own


Make your love and keep it warm


It won't be precious very long


Go home