Home Lyrics - The Turn - Alison Moyet

Does no one here have any place to go? 

Can there be time for such reclining 

In your social to and fro 

Have you no paramour 

No dogs to walk 

No early morning shift 

That calls you like a whore and 

Begs you make it swift? 

Does no one here have anything to show? 

For every hour you devour 

In pursuit of letting go 

Where is your suckling brood? 

Your easy mood 

'Kick up the fire and let the flames break loose' 

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Home, go home 

Your dreams are yours alone 

All buffered nail and whittled heel 

Like clothes and skin the dance floor peels 

Home, go home 

The masquerade is done 

From here on in, tomorrow's canned 

In each dear disappointed hand 

Does no one here have anything to say? 

Would it be treasonous to reason with 

A heart so young and gay 

It is the perfect frock, exquisite locks 

And nothing comes to rain on your parade 

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Home, go home 

Your dreams are yours alone 

What care I for your cobbled life 

Your talent turn, your status wife 

Go home, go home, to valance, 

Flock and drone 

Your lovers writhe like eels inside 

Your neighbor's sheets, squealing 

Bleating Haste - quick turn 

The pyro lives to burn 

The pelmet catches, batten hatches 

All is gone that no-one snatches 

Home, go home and govern you 

Your own 

Make your love and keep it warm 

It won't be precious very long 

Go home