Going home Lyrics: B. Nikolausson   Music: B. Nikolausson & G. Nikolausson     It's 4 am and I can't think straight I had too much wine and too much song and I'm walking home Long legged girls and black limousines You know I had it all I could touch the sky But why I'm home alone at night And when I think that noone sees I lay in my bed and cry myself to sleep And I can't go on When the night is getting dark, when the sun no longer shines Then I know for sure, I'm going home You carried the cross, you opened the door Like to a long lost child you just smiled at me And let me in Hear the angels sing, through the bright night sky You keep me safe from the world outside Jesus, take my hand Sometimes I feel like giving up Keep running into walls I've got my dreams, I can touch them if I try You stand by me When the night is getting dark, when the sun no longer shines Then I know for sure, I'm going home When the rain keeps falling down, when the sky is turning red Hear the angels sing The night is dark, the sun don't shine The rain falls down, the sky turns red Inspiration: Luk. 5:11, Mark 15:1-47 © 1993 United Rock Records		Sign up for the Charizma Update! Email address: Name: