Quite Miss Home – James Arthur

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I’m in the kitchen while you smoke outside. You’re careful not to let the smoke inside

I always tell you it’s poison. But I know it helps you take the edge off the day

We get a drink before it’s closing time. The one on high street with the blinking sign

All of these memories feel poignant. I won’t be there to see the snow melt away

     Oh, yeah I’ve been gone on business

    I’ve gotta make some money, I really feel the distance

       * And I quite miss home. And I miss you telling me

      To leave my shoes at the door Cos you just swept the floor an the dirt drives u crazy

      Yeah I quite miss home. ‘Cos it feels like poetry

       When the rain falls down on the window.

       While you’re in my arms and we’re watching the TV

      Yeah I quite miss home. Yeah I quite miss home

I smell you cooking from the living room. And then I tell you that I love your food

I know it doesn’t come easy. But you know it reminds me where I’m from

   Oh, I’m in another city  I got nobody with me. And it just hit me

( * , * )

Oh, I quite miss home. Yeah.  I quite miss home