Sanoja: Athlete. The Getaway.

I never really know who you are,
You could be a ghost for all I know,
Whenever you're home.

Picking up pieces of my heart,
Like leaves that have fallen on our garden path.

(CHORUS)
Whose gonna fly your plane,
When you need to make your getaway.
But I'm still holding on,
Calling you back home,
Calling you back.

I never really know who you are,
You could be a ghost for all I know,
Whenever you're home.

You used to be closer to my skin,
I turned a blind eye to the odds,
and I bet everything.

(CHORUS)
Whose gonna fly your plane,
When you need to make your getaway.
But I'm still holding on,
Calling you back home,
Calling you back.
You hear my flesh and my bones,
They're calling you back home,
Calling you back.

This house lives in silence,
For most of the year.
You're a million miles away,
But you couldn't be nearer.
Please beak my heart,
Just so I can feel,
At least then I'd have something that I can believe.

But I'm still holding on,
Calling you back home,
Calling you back.
You hear my flesh and my bones,
They're calling you back home,
Calling you back.

Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh
oh-oh o-oh oh-oh

(Thanks to Luke Martin for these lyrics)