I like the way it feels, To burn my soul into my heels, And I don't want to go home. I don't mind the scars I have, They no longer make me sad, And I don't want to go home. And I can't quite remember the last time, When you kissed me. And I've seen the open road, The Nightingale sings to a rose, "Ooh." And I've killed a cold black night Its lifting wings and breaking light, And I don't want to go home. But I can't quite remember the last time, When you kissed me. No no No no And I can't quite remember, Your face, And I can't quite remember, The feel of your hands, And I - when you kissed me.