[00:00.00] 作词 : Jesse Quin/Richard Hughes/Tim Rice-Oxley/Tom Chaplin
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Jesse Quin/Richard Hughes/Tim Rice-Oxley/Tom Chaplin
[01:33.70]The click of the front door
[01:40.67]Your clothes left on the floor
[01:47.31]Bike wheels, still turning
[01:53.90]Where you left them on the back lawn
[02:13.38]Hear voices recede and your fingers slip from my hand
[02:27.31]Bright skies and silence
[02:33.97]A lifeless wind burns through the downland
[02:40.11]And it's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
[02:46.59]And you're not home, home, home, home, home
[02:52.70]I sit and stare, I sit and stare
[02:59.80]Into my phone, phone, phone, phone, phone
[03:05.72]I love that silver-grey first morning light
[03:13.23]I see that fearless love in your blue eyes
[03:19.98]Think I can picture some new shape of life
[03:26.51]But now you're not home
[03:29.60]You're not home
[03:33.89]Not home
[03:39.50]And it's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
[03:46.49]When you're not home, home, home, home, home
[03:53.04]I sit and stare, I sit and stare
[04:00.01]Into my phone, phone, phone, phone, phone
[04:06.47]I love that silver-grey first morning light
[04:13.39]I see that fearless love in your blue eyes
[04:19.95]Think I can picture some new shape of life
[04:26.26]But now you're not home
[04:29.98]No, you're not home
[04:33.61]I love that silver-grey first morning light
[04:39.69]I see that fearless love in your blue eyes
[04:46.47]Think I can picture some new shape of life
[04:53.00]But now you're not home
[04:56.51]No, you're not home
[05:00.12]Not home
[05:03.04]No, you're not home
[05:06.88]Not home
[05:09.80]No, you're not home
[05:13.74]Not home
[05:22.82]No, you're not home

作词 : Jesse Quin/Richard Hughes/Tim Rice-Oxley/Tom Chaplin
作曲 : Jesse Quin/Richard Hughes/Tim Rice-Oxley/Tom Chaplin
The click of the front door
Your clothes left on the floor
Bike wheels, still turning
Where you left them on the back lawn
Hear voices recede and your fingers slip from my hand
Bright skies and silence
A lifeless wind burns through the downland
And it's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
And you're not home, home, home, home, home
I sit and stare, I sit and stare
Into my phone, phone, phone, phone, phone
I love that silver-grey first morning light
I see that fearless love in your blue eyes
Think I can picture some new shape of life
But now you're not home
You're not home
Not home
And it's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
When you're not home, home, home, home, home
I sit and stare, I sit and stare
Into my phone, phone, phone, phone, phone
I love that silver-grey first morning light
I see that fearless love in your blue eyes
Think I can picture some new shape of life
But now you're not home
No, you're not home
I love that silver-grey first morning light
I see that fearless love in your blue eyes
Think I can picture some new shape of life
But now you're not home
No, you're not home
Not home
No, you're not home
Not home
No, you're not home
Not home
No, you're not home