Molly Nilsson
Molly Nilsson
Molly Nilsson
Molly Nilsson
Molly Nilsson
Molly Nilsson
Molly Nilsson
Molly Nilsson
Molly Nilsson
Molly Nilsson
Molly Nilsson
Molly Nilsson
Molly Nilsson
Oh, it's too easy, we're already bored
But we leave every party the last just like before
And we're so young in old places
And we have nothing but our young faces
And the world is sick, sick and closed since hundreds of years
Red neon in the streets, strangers we'll never meet
Was it worth it, was it really worth it?
Was it worth it, was it really worth it?
I don't know
But something got stuck in our clothes
Cigarette smoke in our hair
I have a feeling we should be going somewhere
But you know that I know that
We're never coming home
We're never coming home
We're never coming home
Yes, you know that I know that
We're never coming home
We're never coming home
We're never coming home
And you know, that I know that you know that I know
Oh, it's so easy in the night
It takes a while for our eyes to adjust to the light
We're so young in the city
Our bodies are young and pretty
And the world is old
Old and freezing cold
It needs our feverish heat
In the street
The red neon playing in the rain
And you say that's our young thick blood running down the drain
Even when I try, I know that's a lie
'Cause you know that I know that
We're never coming home
We're never coming home
We're never coming home
Yes, you know that I know that
We're never coming home
We're never coming home
We're never coming home
We’re Never Coming Home was written by Molly Nilsson.
We’re Never Coming Home was produced by Molly Nilsson.