He says she said that the counters
in the room was a paranoia
It's hard to believe the walls can breathe
Pretty girls with painted faces
Crazy dreams just how it seems
As you know she slowly passed me by
I'm coming home, oh-oh-oh
Flying high to paper skies
Soaring through the heavens of shame
Find me now I never left the ground
Only how the stars remain the same
So the stars remain the same
Well I'm coming home, oh-oh-oh
It's always the beautiful ones that let you down
They fall in love with the lust
They fall in love with sex
They fall in love with the faith
The faith, the faith, the faith in Hell
A-well I'm coming home, oh-oh-oh
A-well it's one small thing I say to you
Pretty girls with their painted faces
Are coming home, home, home
Are coming home, oh-oh-oh