Bye-bye, my white shoes,
They told me too much about you.
And I don't wanna know, don't wanna know,
How did I end up with you.
When I gave you some flowers —
They were my only happy hours.
Oh, how could I know, how could I know,
Whether emotions died?
Days are all been held at the doors,
Rain is dry after your calls.
In you home I hope you are alone.
Thousands words are melting my heart,
No one takes it back to the start.
In your home I hope you are alone.
Bye-bye, my black shoes,
You give me only bad news.
And I don't wanna know,
Don't wanna know
Anything else about you.
Can you walk away out of my life?
Can you walk away out of my mind?
Can you walk away a different side of the street?
Can you walk away?
Oh, can you walk away?
Oh, can you walk away?
Oh, can you walk away?
Days are all been held at the doors,
Rain is dry after your calls.
In you home I hope you are alone.
Thousands words are melting my heart,
No one takes it back to the start.
In your home I hope you are alone.
Days are all been held at the doors,
Rain is dry after your calls.
In you home I hope you are alone.
Days are all been held at the doors,
Rain is dry after your calls.
In you home I hope you are alone.
Thousands words are melting my heart,
No one takes it back to the start.
In your home
I hope you are alone.
I hope you are alone.
Alone.
Oh, I know you are alone.
In your home you are alone.
In your home.
In your home.