[Intro] Ab9 Ab4Ab9 Ab4 The click of the front doorAb9 Ab4 Your clothes left on the floorAb9 Ab4 Bike wheels, still turningAb9 Ab4 Where you left them on the back lawnAb9 Ab4 Your voices recede andAb9 Ab4 Your fingers slip from my handAb9 Ab4 White skies and silenceAb9 Ab4 A lifeless wind burns through the DownlandAb9 Ab4 And it's cold, cold, cold, cold, coldAb9 Ab4 And you're not home, home, home, home, homeAb9 Ab4 I sit and stare, I sit and stareAb9 Ab4 Into my phone, phone, phone, phone, phoneAb9 Ab4 I love that silver-grey first morning lightAb9 Ab4 I see that fearless love in your blue eyesAb9 Ab4 Think I can picture some new shape of lifeAb9 But now you're not homeAb4 You're not homeAb9 Ab4 Not homeAb9 Ab4 And it's cold, cold, cold, cold, coldAb9 Ab4 When you're not home, home, home, home, homeAb9 Ab4 I sit and stare, I sit and stareAb9 Ab4 Into my phone, phone, phone, phone, phoneAb9 Ab4 I love that silver-grey first morning lightAb9 Ab4 I see that fearless love in your blue eyesAb9 Ab4 Think I can picture some new shape of lifeAb9 But now you're not homeAb4 No, you're not homeAb9 Bbm I love that silver-grey first morning lightAb/C Bbm I see that fearless love in your blue eyesAb/C Dbm Bbm Think I can picture some new shape of lifeAb9 But now you're not homeAb4 No, you're not homeAb9 Not homeAb4 No, you're not homeAb9 Not homeAb4 No, you're not homeAb9 Not homeAb No, you're not home
You're Not Home
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Composição: Tim Oxley Rice, Thomas Chaplin, Richard Hughes e Jesse Quin
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