Texty: Josh Rouse. Other. Italian Dry Ice.

I had a dream you were a mother last night
Feeding your baby by the ocean side
When I woke up I was alone in my room

Baby, please come home
Cuz it's just a smidgen of time before my blood runs dry

Shady days and stormy, stormy nights
One gives another a quarter for a dime
All the she left with was a suitcase and some shoes

Baby, please come home
Cuz it's just a smidgen of time before my love runs dry
Baby, please come home
Cuz I miss your sweet, sweet smile, and the texture of your arms

Sissy had told me that you moved to Rome
Fucking those italians with expensive clothes
I need you back, baby
I miss my rolling stone

Baby, please come home
Cuz it's just a smidgen of time before my love runs dry
Baby, please come home
Cuz I miss your sweet, sweet smile, and the texture of your arms