| All I know is that I like it |
| and that I want it, if that’s ok |
| I’m not that strange |
| Stay inside till the morning |
| and then I go out, is that ok |
| Or am I strange? |
| In every now and again I find my space, and I feel at |
| home and remember |
| It’s a fine fine way, for celebrating |
| It’s a fine fine way, to spend a Sunday |
| When I pick up my things and I head on out |
| and I realise, it’s a fine fine way |
| it’s a fine fine way |
| I’m heading out through the country, to the border |
| and then I look around |
| When something’s gone |
| I didn’t know that it held me, oh so tightly |
| but that’s ok |
| Oh I don’t wanna lie |
| But every now and again I find my space and I feel at |
| home and remember |
| It’s a fine fine way for celebrating |
| it’s a fine fine way, what you’re waiting for |
| It’s a fine fine way to spend every day |
| when I pick up my things and I head on out and I |
| realise |
| when I pick up my things and I head on out again |
| You don’t notice me, don’t comfort me |
| It will only take a matter of time |
| until I find myself in my comfort zone again |
| It’s a fine fine way |
| it’s a fine fine way |
| it’s a fine fine way |
| it’s a fine fine way |
| it’s a fine fine way |
| it’s a fine fine way |
| it’s a fine fine way |
| For coming home |