Temporary Home

Saturday night, you must be having fun
I warm my hands on a morning coffee and you're ten drinks down
Take out the pieces you don’t want me to see
Try to hide from me the way you feel but I know it all anyway
And the sun it stops me from dreaming
There'll be no rest now till the evening

It's just a long series of goodbyes
There’s no wonder I made this my life
As a child I ran away in the night
Try to find myself a temporary home in this motion
Find myself a temporary home in this motion

3am, Amsterdam
I walked home as he waved goodbye
Thе street light showed me his cold, cold heart
Thе sound of my feet on the constant path
I've been running hands out in the dark
Hold on to anything I pass
The dead quiet of the night was deafening
And I see it now, he stole my evening

It's just a long series of goodbyes
There's no wonder I made this my life
As a child I ran away in the night
Try to find myself a temporary home in this motion
Find myself a temporary home in this

Motion, fall in, running, stumbling
Eyes on horizon, a temporary home
Motion, fall in, running, stumbling
Eyes on horizon, a temporary home

Maybe I'm the frail type, not suited to this kind of life
Home it is my suitcase, dreaming in a different bed each night
Felt like I could cry but I just let my body drop and I
Know that you are sugar-coating every single word you write
Maybe I'm the frail type, not suited to this kind of life
Home it is my suitcase, dreaming in a different bed each night
Train to Hamburg, Copenhagen, Stockholm in the morning light
When I get back to Melbourne will I start to crave

This long series of goodbyes
There's no wonder I made this my life
As a child I ran away in the night
Try to find myself a temporary home in this motion
Find myself a temporary home in this motion
Find myself a temporary home in this motion
Find myself a temporary home