"Home" by Elisabeth Goebel

Original song by me, copyrighted to me, don't steal it, or I'll punch you, blah blah blah.
Probably still gonna add a little to it, but who really knows.


Lyrics:

You're here with me in this moment,
But I see nothing in your eyes except distance.
I shut them out, retreat to darkness.
And nothing changes, we don't want it, we don't want it.

Here we are, a place called hell.
Two in bed, but both alone.
Here I am, my prison cell.
I know it well, a place called home.

Your hands say more than your expressions,
And I hear nothing in your voice except distance.
I'm all second glances, and you're all silence.
And nothing changes, I don't want it, I don't want it.

Here we are, a place called hell.
Two in bed, but both alone.
Here I am, my prison cell.
I know it well, a place called home.

Category:

Music

Tags:

• home
• original
• song
• elisabeth
• beth
• goebel
• acoustic
• guitar
• female
• vocals

[Skitzabeth]

@Karaokejax Thanks! =)

[Skitzabeth]

@rjmendera Glad you like it. And don't worry, renovations have happened. =)

[Skitzabeth]

@BradPritts Haha, thank you.

[Karaokejax]

Fabulous!

[rjmendera]

This is good--i'll bet you do pack a hefty punch,aarg--well,if home is hell,RENOVATE-but if yer inside feels like hell because ya can't get close ta someone--you can either--let it be +wait ,,or---fall hopelessly,madly,obsessively in love--the doctor has spoken,lol-thanks fer yer invite-rjm-dortmund

[BradPritts]

You're right, this is a great recording of this song! You sound fabulous and I love the last look into the camera... priceless! :)