Alexander Königs

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Songwriter and Composer

Music is magic...

Coming home

 

Many stations, many airports, many homes along the road,

many lonely nights in empty rooms abroad,

went on travelling back the road, many miles along my way,

another town, another time, another place to stay.

 

I don’t know where I should go to and I don’t know what to find,

I don’t know my aim and feel like walking blind,

I’m a homeless, I’m a pilgrim, when I need to be alone:

But when I think of you I feel like coming home.

 

Coming home to the place you belong (to), turnin’ back into light,

it’s like a fire in the darkness of the night.

Turnin’ back to the place you belong (to), when you’re feelin’ alone,

then I think of you and feel like coming home.

 

 I’m far away from you and I need to have a rest,

and I try to lock my heart without success,

when I chase you out of my mind and try my best to do,

my reflection in the window looks like you.

 

Many places I have travelled, seven oceans I did sail.

They are nothing but a dusty long black veil.

When the times become uneasy and nothing left to do,

I look up into the stars and think of you.

 

Coming home to the place you belong (to), turnin’ back into light,

You are my fire in the darkness of the night.

Turnin’ back to the place you belong (to), when you’re feelin’ alone,

then I think of you and feel like coming home.

 

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