Maybe I'm just not meant for this
Maybe I'll die alone...
Would you come back... for one last kiss?
Could you please come back home?
The things I fear, they seem to come
From where I don't know
I feel I've got a spell on me
From generations, it goes on...
Ooh...
It's so quiet now you're gone
Only rain on my windows and wind...
We use to lay still and listen to it
Tell you stories from when I was a kid...
The things I fear, they seem to come
From where I don't know
I feel I've got a spell on me
From generations, it goes on...
Ooh...
Ooh...
Ooh...
Ooh...
Ooh...
