The Corrs

I feel it’s changing, I stay the same
I’m… a solo cello outside a chor-us
I’ve got a secret,
It’s time for me to tell that you’ve been keeping me warm
Just sweet beginnings and bitter en-dings
In coffee city, we borrowed hea-ven
Don’t give it back, I’ve never felt so wanted
Are you taking me home?
You tell me you have to go…
In the heat of summer sunshine
I miss you like nobody else
In the heat of summer sunshine
I kiss you, and nobody needs to know
Now that you’ve left me, there’s no retur-ning
I keep comparing, you’re always win-ning
I try to be strong but you’ll never be more wanted
Will you make me at home?
Don't tell me you have to go...