I can feel the thunder beating on my bone
And lightning lights the sky on my way home
On my way home
On my way home
On my way home
On my way home
But I still know, which way to go
Yeah, I still know, which way to go
Moving like a shadow through the sheets of rain
Looking through the glass of a crooked window paint
I still see their faces every single day
I still see their faces every single day
Every single day
Every single day
And it gets strange
The way they change
Ain't it strange?
The way they change
I still see their faces every single day
Every single day
Every single day
Every single day
