Finn Kleffmann Coming Home
We lost our imagination
We were given an empty hollow head
Lalala
Some things I'll never understand
So we were lonely, we were stressed out
Until we marched into the sun
And when the day is done
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
[x2]
But till it changes, I don't
They stopped a good conversation
To hold an empty stupid one
I knew that we could be better off
If we were to follow the sun
Since we were told to fit conceptions
But weren't made to fit inside
And when all is done
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
[x2]
But till it changes, I don't
Not everything that functions
Turns out to be that good
And with all of their social compulsions
They want to tear you
Want to pull you down
So don't you drown
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
[x4]
But till it changes
But till it changes, I don't
I'm coming home!