Longing for the schoolyard   Reaching for the scenes   Reminded by the songs that will never disappear   Random like the infants   Outdated like the old   Lying there in aimlessness listening to the cure   Doing some rehearsal   Excercising in the cold   Lowering the standart   For the six-string never rolled   Whistling at the girls   And saving for the fuel   Making plans and knock, knock, knock on wood      Play some rock   Play some rock   Please don't stop   Coming home, coming home(x2)      Sentenced by our faults   That we were to make in time   Pleasently aware   Of our solitude in mind   Saved me from the boredom   Of what we disavowed   Encouraged by the sound   That was the sweetest one of all   Admiring your senses   Infected by your tongue   Defenceless I believed   That we'd face anything to come   You innocently told me   You'd catch me when I fall   And solemnly we'd knock, knock, knock on wood      Play some rock   Play some rock   Please don't stop   Coming home, coming home(X2)      I'm not the only one, I'm not the only one...      Play some rock   Play some rock   Please don't stop   Coming home, coming home(X2)