I like the way it feels,
To burn my soul into my heels,
And I don't want to go home.


I don't mind the scars I have,
They no longer make me sad,

And I don't want to go home.

And I can't quite remember the last time,

When you kissed me.

And I've seen the open road,

The Nightingale sings to a rose,
"Ooh."


And I've killed a cold black night
Its lifting wings and breaking light,
And I don't want to go home.


But I can't quite remember the last time,
When you kissed me.


No no
No no


And I can't quite remember,
Your face,

And I can't quite remember,
The feel of your hands,
And I - when you kissed me.