Iwan Rheon - Feel It Coming

Open mind, more empty minded at weekends
Tell me your secrets again
You sail in silence and speak paper and pen
Well sadness or violence? Depends

Heaven knows, heaven knows...
Said the man who cannot love

And now there's something, now there are no illusions
Don't float out like childhood balloons
These heavy answers, and the fear of teason
When this is the last chance salloon

Heaven knows, heaven knows
Said the man who cannot love

Then you feel it coming
Feel it grow
And it tastes like home

Then you feel it coming
Feel it grow
And it tastes like home

Then you feel it coming
Feel it grow
And it tastes like home

Tastes like home