"High Chair" lyrics

Nothin' catches my hearing
A little head that doesn't sit
And you sure can't keep your neck straight
And your voice, it just couldn't fit
The songs and words that chill bones
And the face that cots me warm
But a fellow sits in high chair, flashin' all it's torn
Hello Christian, you got a hell in your head
Where every little figures experience self and you're already there
Hello baby doll, bleedin' from your eye
I wanted to find you but you've fallen from my sky

She's on my callin' phone
I'm takin' you back home
Callin' out for us alone
She's on my way home, take it

Boy, every one of them
I sure as hell ain't gonna listen to 'em
I'm a sharp one and you're a sharp one too
Hello Christian, you got a hell in your head
Wanted to find you but you're already there
And hello baby doll, showin' from your eye
Wanted to find you but you've fallen from my sky

She's on my callin' phone
I'm takin' you back home
Callin' out for us alone
She's on my way home, take it
She's on my callin' phone
I'm takin' you back home
Callin' out for us alone
She's on my, my way