Lyrics:

Looked in the ocean, looked in the sea
Found her often watching for me
Left the door open, left the door wide
And she often kept it inside, oh

And if you're badder than fact phone z
Send it back to me
Sitting front pitter badder than b
Even badder than phint to phone badder
Than the patter in friends
Who gutter the prat
The friday on the patter you plumped
You're getting thrown even badder than bomb
Don't trust
If you don't, then your fighting for what?

We're fighting for a place we can call home
Looking for a way not to be alone
We're fighting for a place we can call home
Looking for a way not to be alone
Not to be alone

Da na na, da na-na, na na, na-na, na na na na
Da na na, da na-na, na na, na-na, na na na na
Da na na, da na-na, na na, na-na, na na na na
Da na na, da na-na, na na, na-na, na na na na
Da na na, na-na na

We're fighting for a place we can call home
Looking for a way not to be alone
We're fighting for a place we can call home
Looking for a way not to be alone
Not to be alone