Coming Home (Metronomy Remix)

Coming Home - k.d. lang

Oh sweet sorrow

Let's write the book tomorrow

For I caught a glimpse

Been obsessed with it ever since

My eyes no longer weak amongst the

Clarity that you pronounce in me

Won, you have won

My illumination has begun

I am happily indifferent to the ones

Who have consistently been wrong

And all that once confined us like

Minutiae at it's finest now is gone

Oh sweet sorrow

Let's write the book tomorrow

My eyes no longer weak amongst

The clarity that you pronounce in me

I am happily indifferent to the ones

Who have consistently been wrong

And all that once confined us like

Minutiae at it's finest now is gone

And all that that lies before me

Like the asphalt lures me forward towards home

Home

Coming home

Coming home

Coming home