Wrong side of heaven

So you can keep me inside the pocket
of your ripped jeans, holdin' me closer
'til our eyes meet, you won't ever be alone
wait for me to come home.



And if you hurt me
well, that's OK, only words bleed
inside these pages you just hold me
and I won't ever let you go.

When I'm away
I will remember how you kissed me
under the lamppost
back on 6th street
hearing you whisper through the phone,
"wait for me to come home."
Itken ja masennun, kohta mä olen taas yksin.