I was born in a cradle of love.
I had two brothers who beat me up.
When I was seven years old. I had a friend named Tom,
And when we were together,
I didn´t want to go home.
Home…
When I was fifteen. I was very confused.
I made a bad habit out of breaking the rules.
The kitchen window was my door to the night,
And when I got caught,
They made me stay home.
Home…

I was twenty years old when I met you,
And as soon I as saw you, I knew what I had to do.
I still remember the way you looked,
And how I wanted to tell you
I want to take you home.
Home…

I´m twenty-six, and I still love you
But as far as the world goes, I still don´t have a clue
What it´s for or what it´s about,
But until I find out,
I´ll just call it home.
Home…