Home Songtext
von rnb

See home is a place where
You call it your favorite
On the couch imprints of pain from your day
It′s decorated
The walls are painted
Picture frames with every memory

But for me it's a place for she
All other little things secondary
I′d give up what's within these walls
If the soul of my girl was a household
Feels like
Oh, feels like, yeah

I come home late babe
Hoping that things will be in place
There's clothes everywhere
Dishes are piled like a tower
For some reason I can′t get mad
I look past the mess and I spot a smile


′Cause for me it's a place for us both to share
If the place is bare and she′s there
Then it's furnished well
I′d give up what's within these walls
If the soul of my girl was a household
It feels like
It feels like
It feels like
It feels like

′Cause for me it's a place for us both to share
If the place is bare and she's there
Then it′s furnished well
I′d give up what's within these walls
If the soul of my girl was a household

To me it feels like
Feels like, yeah
Ooh, yeah
It feels like
It feels like

Call her home

I will call her home
I will call her home
Call her home


I will call her home
I will call her home
I will call her home
I will call her home
Da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da