i am trying (not to miss you)

even my feet under these sheets 

reminds me of you 

and i'll scream til i can't see 

cuz i'm dying without you 

numbers hung on the wall

try to hold me to a time

numbers for a call

try chewing up my mind 

but in the shade of your soul 

i'm coming home 

in the shade of your soul

i'm coming back home 

blood in the city

the sweat of a dying man

far away is freedom

far away i am holding your hand

in the shade of your soul 

i'm coming home 

in the shade of your soul

i'm coming back

i’m coming home