Roots Music Report

Credits:

Lyrics

Sitting in the floor of a hotel room
on the bad side of town I'm thinking of you
Swallowed by the night
I call your name

Laying my head on the edge of the bed
Staring at the light of a stale cigarette
A beacon in the night
I call your name

So baby come to me
Come to me
Baby Come to me
When I call your name

Sitting here alone in a hotel room
Haunted by the smell of your sweet perfume
Listen to me now
Call your name

Sitting in the middle of an empty bed
Staring at the glow of the TV set
with no sound
and I call your name

So baby come to me
Come to me
Baby Come to me
When I call your name