These Streets Are Still Home To Me
I like it when you cryYou can see how much you careAddiction fills the streetsWell these streets are still home to me
If this was easy what a way we degradeTemptation and angels we are meant to fade
I don't believe in fate and I don't believe in godBut I do believe in love and I believe in what we have
If this is easy what a way we degradeTemptation and angels we are meant to fade
If this is easy what a way we degradeWelcome home friend there is light in the shade