Remix Monkey Beats — Borrowed Cities

Borrowed cities,
borrowed rooms.
Morning comes
a little too soon.
Different windows,
different views. Nothing feels like home
until I'm next to you. Next to you.
One suitcase, one faded shirt.
A ticket stub from when we first met.
I keep it close,
I always do.
One little thing
that brings me back to you.
Borrowed cities,
borrowed rooms. Morning comes a little too soon.
Different windows, different views.
Nothing feels like home
until I'm next to you. Next to you.
Next to you. Another train,
another town.
Your photograph
is upside down.
I turn it over,
see your smile.
And for a moment,
forget the miles. So far away,
still holding on.
One more journey
till I'm home. Till
I'm home. All these roads I've traveled through, still there's nowhere quite like you.
Every mile, every town. One more road and I'll be home.
Borrowed cities. Borrowed cities.
Borrowed rooms. Borrowed rooms.
Morning comes. Morning comes.
A little too soon. Different windows.
Different windows. Different views.
Different views. Nothing feels like home until I'm next to you.
Borrowed cities.
Different view.
Nothing feels like home without you.
Borrowed cities. Borrowed rooms.
Till I'm home,
next to you.