thank you
i didn't even want to go home in the first place...
dreaded the day i'd step on philippine soil again...
dreaded having to say hello then goodbye to the two reasons why i am still sane...
then i met up with a very dear old friend...
it was like finally coming home...
i knew this warm place before,
it was how i left it...
seems like we hadn't been apart for eight years...
how could i have been away from you all these years?
i am back where i started from...
how could i have been so blind not to see that the only thing i have wanted all these years had been right before my eyes?
describe my 3 weeks at home,
hmmmm...this is what i would say...
my tea's gone cold, i'm wondering why i got out of bed at all
the morning rain clouds up my window and i can't see at all
and even if i could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
i drank too much last night, got bills to pay, my head just feels in pain
i missed the bus and there'll be hell today, i'm late for work again
and even if i'm there, they'll all imply that i might not last the day
and then you call me and it's not so bad, it's not so bad and
i want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life
push the door, i'm home at last and i'm soaking through and through
then you handed me a towel and all i see is you
and even if my house falls down now, i wouldn't have a clue
because you're near me and
i want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life
dreaded the day i'd step on philippine soil again...
dreaded having to say hello then goodbye to the two reasons why i am still sane...
then i met up with a very dear old friend...
it was like finally coming home...
i knew this warm place before,
it was how i left it...
seems like we hadn't been apart for eight years...
how could i have been away from you all these years?
i am back where i started from...
how could i have been so blind not to see that the only thing i have wanted all these years had been right before my eyes?
describe my 3 weeks at home,
hmmmm...this is what i would say...
my tea's gone cold, i'm wondering why i got out of bed at all
the morning rain clouds up my window and i can't see at all
and even if i could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
i drank too much last night, got bills to pay, my head just feels in pain
i missed the bus and there'll be hell today, i'm late for work again
and even if i'm there, they'll all imply that i might not last the day
and then you call me and it's not so bad, it's not so bad and
i want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life
push the door, i'm home at last and i'm soaking through and through
then you handed me a towel and all i see is you
and even if my house falls down now, i wouldn't have a clue
because you're near me and
i want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life