No hope, no light is there in your eyes,
Here I am, still expecting an expecter
No heat, no warmth is there in your hands
I'd run the risk of getting burnt, thanks to your love
You, beat at my door, come inside out of left field
You're always more than welcome
I'd be lost for words if the words were to slip my mind
The beautiful guest of mine, you're always welcome1
Are you the longing or out of whole cloth?
The one who causes a great nuisance to me and gets me into trouble
It seems as if there's a non-life experience deep down
That I feel regretful about... (x2)
Are you the longing or out of whole cloth?
The one who causes a great nuisance to me and gets me into trouble
It seems as if there's a non-life experience deep down
That I feel regretful about...
You, beat at my door, come inside out of left field
You're always more than welcome
I'd be lost for words if the words were to slip my mind
The beautiful guest of mine, you're always welcome
Are you the longing or out of whole cloth?
The one who causes a great nuisance to me and gets me into trouble
It seems as if there's a non-life experience deep down
That I feel regretful about...
The one who flies in the face of the loves I've accumulated...
1. "Welcome to my house" type of "Welcome"