Lyrics High Chair - You Am I

High Chair

Nothing catches her hearing, a little head that doesn’t sit
You sure couldn’t keep your neck straight and your voice it just couldn’t fit
The songs and words that you vault every phrase that haunts me warped
But a fellow sits in high chair flashing all his taught
Hello christian you got hell in your head
But every little thinkers experienced self and you’re already there
Hello baby you talk bleeding from your eye
Wanting to find you but you fall from my sky
She’s on mycalling phone
And I’m taking you back home
Calling out for us alone
She’s on my way home
Take it
Boy didn’t want it
And I sure as hell ain’t gonna listen to him
I’m a sharp one and you’re a sharp one too
Hello christian you got hell in your head
Wanted to find you but you’re already there
And hello baby doll shows from your eyes
Wanted to find you but you fall from my sky
Repeat
She’s on my calling phone
And I’m taking you back home
Calling out for us alone
She’s on my, my way