Coming Home Lyrics - Shut Your Mouth - Frenzal Rhomb

I need to cut my fingernails 

And I avoid reflections, they're not help to my cause 

I quote a line from a movie that seems funny at the time 

No, I won't say it again, I had a dream that I learnt to write 

On the phone, I can't get the time right 

On the next train when it comes, now I'm coming home 

I get excited by an interesting moment 

Then I liken it to something that I've heard of before 

I try to censor all my senses at once 

Resulting in the fact that I am terminally bored 

I was born to stay awake 

I don't want to think of how much more I can take 

I'll catch the next train when it comes, now I'm coming home 

I lay wake and I dream of sleep 

Well, I'm no good with numbers, so I'm fucking all the sheep 

My eyes are closed but my mine is closed too 

I don't know what that means, so I won't say it again 

Such a struggle to stay awake 

Don't want to think of how much more I can take 

I guess the bus is leaving soon, now I'm coming home 

Enough said, too much room in my head 

I'm missing all our dying plants 

I miss the warm bed 

A longing sense is so hard to attack 

I think of all the good things, now I want to come back 

I'm not complaining about the life I'm in 

If I did, I wouldn't know where to begin 

So I will shut up, turn on the light, now I'm coming home 

Well, I'm on the next train when it comes, now I'm coming home 

And I guess the bus is leaving soon, now I'm coming home