This is a message

First one of many

The phone's disconnected

I know you won't get it

I hope Paris is fine

You've left New York far behind

God has being waiting and I have been waiting

To show you things that we made

In September when you went away

Will you come home

Will you come home

Will you come home

The black and white distance

Wrecking ball romance

That sweet subway picture

Burning house fixtures

I hope we don't change our mind

Did the lights of New York leave you blind

And the island is calling and I have been calling

To show you songs that we made

In December when you were away

Will you come home

Will you come home

Will you come home