Far From Home - The Classic Crime

I’ve got a bad taste in me

It’s like I’ve been robbed of something that I once was in my childhood memories

And it’s buried in sandboxes backyard where we used to see

That dreams could come true if believed

The sidewalks scream our names

We are so far from home

Far from home

I’ve got a bad pain in my heart

It’s like the first time I looked in your eyes

The first time it all feel apart

And it’s buried in sandboxes backyard where we used to see

That dreams could come true if believed

The sidewalks scream our names

We are so far from home

Far from home

But now we are so far from home

Far from home

All I have is words

To which I must lay

I scribble them down

Hoping they’ll save me

But I’m lost

I’m so lost

These pages will burn

And I will pass away

Yesterday is gone

And I just can’t shake

The fact that I’m lost

I’m so lost

But now we are so far from home

Far from home

Now we are so far from home

Far from home