You dressed me, undressed me and raised me
and we've moved. I've lied to you:
"I'm not taking any drugs"
and "I went to school".
You often wondered what was tearing me up,
I didn't want you to know.
You were at home alone and missed me
and wondered, what you still mean to me.
You're home to me.
You will always be home.
You picked me up and dropped me off,
woke up in the middle of the night because of me,
I've thought about that a lot recently.
We were in Prague, Paris and Vienna -
in the Bretagne and Berlin, but never in Copenhagen.
You often wondered what was tearing me up,
and I too stopped wondering that myself.
You were home alone and missed me
and wondered, what you still mean to me.
You're home to me.
You will always be home.
I have no hometown, just you.
You'll always be home to me.