No Home - Sascha Braemer

And when he came home

Nobody knew his name

And when he came home

Nobody knew his name

And when he came home

All the streets were gone

And nobody knew his name

Nobody knew his name

He takes the shadow

He’s already late

That we’ll eat alone

And the smallest faith

It’s another thing and another fight

And another fight

When he came home

Nobody knew his name

When he came home

Nobody knew his name

He needs to run, he needs to drop

He needs to walk, he has to fight

He needs to run, he needs to drop

He has to walk, he needs to hide

When he came home

Nobody knew his name

When he came home

Nobody knew his name

He needs to run, he needs to drop

He needs to walk, he has to fight

He needs to run, he needs to drop

He has to walk, he needs to hide