Promising کے بول

Oh, it smells like home, When I walk outside this Stranger’s slum. Oh, I just wanna get out of here, Take me… To the promising land of love I’ll take you home, Where the greener grass Is gonna grow Won’t be alone, ’Cause the greener grass Is gonna grow. Some day, one way Or another we will find it, bind it, Call it promising. Oh, when I get home, I will run upstairs, To my old room. I’ll see you home And we’ll go right up to your old room. Lie, on the floor, In that cozy room without a door. Repeat chorus Home (take me) Home (bring me) Home, home, home, home