Frank Turner - The Fastest Way Back Home Lyrics
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The Fastest Way Back Home
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What Are The Lyrics For The Fastest Way Back Home By Frank Turner?
I should have seen you were coming,
I should have been prepare After all, getting half of what you wish for isn't so rare. But still I wasn't ready, You took me by surprise, You brought a light to my dark like a word from the wise. Weather wears the mountains right down into the sea, So I will stand in the rain until I am clean. We fell in love in the summer, When the skies were clear, But I'm still wearing my coat from winter last year. I need to set my house in order, Confess and cover my sins. I need to make a home for you before inviting you in. Weather wears the mountains right down into the sea, So I will stand in the rain until I am clean. Rivers carve the country, A landscape shaped by a stream, So I will swim in the river for as long as you need. I said, darling oh my darling You know that everything that I do Is to try and make me good enough for you. Darling oh my darling you know that everywhere that I go, I'm just trying to find the fastest way back home. Darling oh my darling You know that everywhere that I go, I'm just trying to find the fastest way back home. |
Who Wrote The Fastest Way Back Home By Frank Turner?
Francis Edward Turner
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What's The Duration Of The The Fastest Way Back Home By Frank Turner?The duration of The Fastest Way Back Home is 3:26 minutes and seconds. |
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