Three men jump off an overpass One hits rock and the other glass Last one grabs a rail and calls the other tow fools Tell me now which one are you At the last out post of the midnight rain A man relives the past with his shadow again Prays a toast to his bride and pours a long tall suicide Would you do the same if it was you But everything is turning out And everything is coming round The sun will shine on solid ground Tomorrow when it comes out Everthing is turning out And everything is coming round The things that hurt you set you free Yes come home to me Scatter my ashes in a hotel room I paid a high price to smell that sweet perfume A man outside and his face is vaguely familiar Oh, Tell me now what if it was you But everything is turning out, turning out And everything is coming round, coming round The sun will shine on solid ground Tomorrow when it comes out Everthing is turning out, tuning out And everything is coming round, coming round The things that hurt you set you free Yes come home to me Yes come home to me Yes come home to me Yes come home to me Yeah...