Chappo - Come Home
текст песни

Under the covers I make a tent
It's my world that I invent
Without you near me no adventure
I want you to be home

Ba na na nah na nah

Under the table nobody's there
Under the ceiling under the stairs
A funny feeling my head is sleeping
I want you to be home

Ba na na nah na nah

In the morning
I'm waiting for you
To come back home

Where are you?

Take everything my ipod
Take my keys take my flare take it all
Take my shoes I'm riding solo
My memories take all my photos
Take my clothes take my clothes my tight blue jeans
Take everything

Ba na na nah na nah

In the morning
I'm waiting for you
To come back home

Where are you?