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
It's 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