Precious Things from Precious Things by Wade Bryans

There are people asking questions
It’s like I’m under attack
You can call it a new direction
But I’m just coming back… to me

Left the house behind me burning
On the beach, I relax
I can see the tide is turning
But she’s not coming back

Precious things
Are the things we can never own
Everything
Means nothing when you’re on your own
A chance meeting can be life-changing
A house is not a home… to me

Sitting, staring at the embers
Crimson turning black
All the things that I could not remember
Are slowly coming back

Nothing’s wrong
All my possessions in the fire
Nothing’s wrong… with me

Precious things
Are the things we can never own
Everything
Means nothing when you’re all alone
A chance meeting can be life-changing
A house is not a home
The fire’s dying and all hope is fading
She’s not coming home… to me

• Pop
• Rock
• Melbourne