Lyrics

I found the line we wrote under the table,
The place imaginary came to life.
I found a hundred million people waiting,
To listen to the tales we used to write.

We spent our childhood playing in the courtyard,
Listening for trains as they sped by.
Eighteen hundred thousand million wishes,
Would leave our lips before we’d say goodnight.
And I would be waiting,
For you to come home.

And I don’t know, if you are coming home,
And I don’t know anymore.

Our high school days soon just became a memory,
We wish we could return and write again.
But all I know is we’re not even friends now,
We knew someday this fairytale would end.
And I would be waiting,
For you to come home.

And I don’t know, if you are coming home,
And I don’t know anymore.

And I am still waiting, for you to come home.