Words by Jen Foster   Music by Jen Foster & Danny Torroll      Day begins, break of noon   A little light might be nice in this room   Tangled in sheets, on second thought   Some photographs are better in the dark   And I thought you might come home this summer   And maybe there will be sun in seattle   Awake again, the clock strikes three   Peek out the window, the moon is mocking me   These medications are fucking with my head   This roof is leaking and my ship's a feather bed   And I thought you might come home this summer   And maybe there will be sun in seattle   Please, please come home, home   Please, please come home, home...   And I thought you might come home this summer   And maybe there will be sun in seattle   And I thought you might come home this summer   And maybe there will be sun in seattle   Please, please come home, home