Nothing left to make you feel highnNothing left to turn you onnLaughing in your childish disguisenYou rule the nightnnFollow me back homen'Cause the night is youngnAnd I'm tired of being alonenFollow me back homenGive me just one morenTo send shiversnTo the bonennNothing left, The magic is gonenPallor face in morning lightnSomeone, close the curtainsnOh, how it hurts your eyesnnFollow me back homen'Cause the night is youngnAnd I'm tired of being alonenFollow me back homenGive me just one morenTo bring shiversnTo the bonennNothing leftnIt's time to leavenCan you make it on your own?nNothing leftnIt's time to breathenCan you follow me back home?nnNothing left to make you feel highnNothing left to turn you onnDwelling in your dreams every daynDisturbs your nightnnNothing leftnIt's time to leavenCan you make it on your own?nNothing leftnIt's time to breath enCan you follow me back home?