Well I'm knocking on Death's door
Will I take my rest, among the blessed
Mother are you waiting
Father are you pacing
I'm coming home
 
I'm knocking on Death's door
Will I take my rest, in my Sunday best
Mother are you anxious
Father are you gracious
I'm coming home
 
I've been away too long
For so long you've been strong
I've been away too long
I know that it was wrong
But I'm coming home
 
Well I'm knocking on Death's door
Will I take my rest, have I passed the test
Mother are you praying
Father I am saying
I'm coming home

Written by Martin L. Gore
(c)1991 Grabbing Hands Music Ltd/PRS