A pint set on the piano by the open window
Your arm around my shoulder
One song after another

A church to praise the good times
And shelter from the bad times
And when our run came to an end
Felt like I'd lost my best friend

For a moment I was dreaming
We were just beginning
Thought, "Finally I've come home
Finally I've come home"

Officer let me explain
I lost something I love today
Yeah I know what it looks like
A rich kid with a good life

Now I know you're too young to
Have done things you can't undo
To rake over your dreams
And know this is what they've come to

I woke up in a strange room
Time to start again now
No one to help you find a way through
You're just meant to guess it somehow

Well for a moment I was dreaming
We were just beginning
Thought, "Finally I've come home, finally I've come home"

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Jesse Quin, Richard David Hughes, Thomas Oliver Chaplin, Timothy James Rice-Oxley