More songs by Olive Jones
Description
Mastering Engineer: Matt Colton
Producer, Engineer, Mixer: James Wyatt
Producer: Olive Jones
Composer: Olivia Bhattacharjee
Lyrics and translation
Original
Life can take its toll on the best of us.
The rest of us wallow here and cry.
It makes you think about the smaller things in life.
Why we're here and why we have to die.
But don't be fooled by the sparkle in her eye.
Even darkness deserves a chance to smile.
Life can take its toll on the best of us. The rest of us wallow here and cry.
And my tears won't dry much lately.
Mary, come home.
Come and see the sunshine once more with me.
Let me in under the clouds that roam above you. Maybe
I could blow them away.
Come on, let's take a moment for ourselves. We'll get away.
We can leave this town for good.
Watch the sun rise on horizons right before you, and feel less misunderstood.
No, my tears won't dry much lately.
No, my tears won't dry.
Mary, come home.
Come and see the sunshine once more with me.
Let me in under the clouds that roam above you.
Maybe I could blow them away.
Mary, come home.
Come and see the sunrise once more with me.
Let me in under the clouds that roam above you.
And come home.
Come home to me. Home is where you should be. Come home to me. Yeah.
Home is where you should be
English translation
Life can take its toll on the best of us.
The rest of us wallow here and cry.
It makes you think about the smaller things in life.
Why we're here and why we have to die.
But don't be fooled by the sparkle in her eye.
Even darkness deserves a chance to smile.
Life can take its toll on the best of us. The rest of us wallow here and cry.
And my tears won't dry much lately.
Mary, come home.
Come and see the sunshine once more with me.
Let me in under the clouds that roam above you. Maybe
I could blow them away.
Come on, let's take a moment for ourselves. We'll get away.
We can leave this town for good.
Watch the sun rise on horizons right before you, and feel less misunderstood.
No, my tears won't dry much lately.
No, my tears won't dry.
Mary, come home.
Come and see the sunshine once more with me.
Let me in under the clouds that roam above you.
Maybe I could blow them away.
Mary, come home.
Come and see the sunrise once more with me.
Let me in under the clouds that roam above you.
And come home.
Come home to me. Home is where you should be. Come home to me. Yeah.
Home is where you should be