Instrumenty
Ensembles
Opera
Kompozytorzy
Wykonawcy

Teksty: Midtown. No Place Feels Like Home.

Regrets are worthless
They misconstrue the past in sight and the sound
And as lines recede
No one speaks a word of his lust
A word of dreams that are left to rust
The TV's on and everyone stays calm

Regrets are worthless
The time has passed
And no one understands
And to say the least
The years have been unfair

I wanted to tell you, I miss it
I just want to let you know
The last year has helped me grow
I want to take you on the road
Where we'd go I'll never know
Will you come along?
It's easier when no place feels like home

Regrets are worthless
And the time has passed
Which no one understands
The years have been unfair to this point
I said, I want out
I want to take you out of this
We're going to California
And I want to take you on the ride

I wanted to tell you, I miss it
I just want to let you know
The last year has helped me grow
I wanna take you on the road
Where we'd go I'll never know
Will you come along?
It's easier when no place feels like

I'll set things right
This time, direction, in which to go
I'll set things right, I'll say goodnight
Goodnight

Wanted to tell you, I miss it
Wanted to tell you, I miss it
Wanted to tell you, I miss it
Wanted to tell you, I miss it
I wanna take you on the road