I haven't been home in some time
I haven't called my mother
I hear she's saying that I'm doing quite well
I have a painful addiction
And a problem with fiction
Because it always sounds much better the way I tell
When you coming home, daughter?
When you coming home?
When you gonna come home, my sister?
When you coming home?
I think of all that I've done
And all the things I've become
And I don't think that I'm too good for you so
You say you know me so well
But I don't know myself
I've had this sickness ever since I was young
When you coming home, daughter?
When you coming home?
When you gonna come home, my sister?
When you coming home?
Oh, you know little of what
I am capable of
It would be best to let you just slumber in peace
You like it when I wear white
And hide the blacks of my eyes
Mama, I'm just playing dumb 'cause that's what you need
How good does it feel, child?
How good do you feel?
Oh, it must be easy on the inside
How good does it feel?
How good does that feel?
When you coming home, daughter?
When you coming home?
When you gonna come home, my sister?
When you coming home?
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh (when you coming home?)
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh (when you coming home?)
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
When you gonna come home, my sister?
When you coming home?