Sickness

I haven't been home in some time I haven't called my mother I hear she's saying that I'm doing quite well I have a painful addiction And a problem with fiction Because it always sounds much better the way I tell When you coming home, daughter? When you coming home? When you gonna come home, my sister? When you coming home? I think of all that I've done And all the things I've become And I don't think that I'm too good for you so You say you know me so well But I don't know myself I've had this sickness ever since I was young When you coming home, daughter? When you coming home? When you gonna come home, my sister? When you coming home? Oh, you know little of what I am capable of It would be best to let you just slumber in peace You like it when I wear white And hide the blacks of my eyes Mama, I'm just playing dumb 'cause that's what you need How good does it feel, child? How good do you feel? Oh, it must be easy on the inside How good does it feel? How good does that feel? When you coming home, daughter? When you coming home? When you gonna come home, my sister? When you coming home? Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh (when you coming home?) Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh (when you coming home?) Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh When you gonna come home, my sister? When you coming home?