Coming Home Lyrics

At night I lie awake
And not a minute longer can I take
The voices I can hear
Chanting of my end, creeping near
Angel spread your wings
How beautiful it sounds when sirens sing
Coming home, coming home
To the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles
Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles
I can hear their moan
In the wind so cold it cuts through flesh and bone
Now I am prey
They will come for me and I will have to pay
Angel spread your wings
How beautiful it sounds when sirens sing
Coming home, coming home
To the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles
Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles
Ein Weg zurück, ein Weg hinaus
Ein Weg zurück, ein Weg hinaus
Ein Weg zurück, ein Weg hinaus
Ein Weg zurück, ein Weg hinaus
Beware, no false move
I don′t know why I have to reach the roof
And I run up the stairs
The steps are rotten but I no longer care
Coming home, coming home, coming home
To the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles
Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles
Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles
Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles
Coming home, coming home
To the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles
Tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles, the tiles
To the tiles, the tiles, the tiles