Joe Banfi - See You At Home

Go on, I’ll see you at home.
Slow down; too late, your heart slows.
And the sun goes down. Red blue lights flash in your eyes.
In those diamond eyes as they dry up without blinking.

I approach you: broken glass in my shoes.
This concrete’s cold as I lay by you and refuse to say goodbye.
And the sun comes up, and I still don’t wake from this ‘Vanilla Sky’ dream,
And my empty eyes dry up without sleeping.

Go on, go on. Go on, I’ll see you at home.