Cliche

We all get used to rejection
We learn to live without affection
And when the cold wind blows
And lovers have to go
We will keep on walking on.
I know those scenes so well
I’ve gotten all the stories to tell
But when the cold wind blows
I just want you to know
That I will be here for you.
Ever since I saw you
I tell you that I knew
I now it’s a cliché
I’ll say it anyway
I will be here for you
I have stumbled, I have fallen
But somehow I’ve landed at your door
I was searching and I heard you calling
Now I’ve forgotten all that came before
If home is where the heart is
I give my heart to you
Welcome home, lover
I’m no longer passing through