I walk these broken streets
And I roam these empty sheets
I drink from an empty glass
I'm growing old
Taking over and broken gold
Feelings that I've known
Take me back
Back to my old home
I'm growing old
Taking over and broken gold
Feelings that I've known
Take me back
Back to my old home
Once a boy with [?] to dream
Now a man without a team
Memories have gone so fast
I'm growing old
Taking over and broken gold
Feelings that I've known
Take me back
Back to my old home
I'm growing old
Taking over and broken gold
Feelings that I've known
Take me back
Back to my old my old home
Back to my old home
Back to my old home
Back to my old home

INVIA LE CORREZIONI