This is a message
First one of many
The phone's disconnected
I know you won't get it
I hope Paris is fine
You've left New York far behind
God has being waiting and I have been waiting
To show you things that we made
In September when you went away
Will you come home
Will you come home
Will you come home
The black and white distance
Wrecking ball romance
That sweet subway picture
Burning house fixtures
I hope we don't change our mind
Did the lights of New York leave you blind
And the island is calling and I have been calling
To show you songs that we made
In December when you were away
Will you come home
Will you come home
Will you come home