I'll give you anything you need, I'll give you anything you need, I'll give you more than you've got, I'll give you more than you've got. I'll save my
Our love is more than church bells, Our love is more than church bells, I?ll find us the best place in hell, Cuz our love is more than church bells.
When I send you drunk e-mail, And you send me no reply, Where is the love you feel, That you give me in the daytime? Yes these are loaded questions,
Our love is more than church bells, Our love is more than church bells, I'll find us the best place in hell, Cuz our love is more than church bells.
When your mother makes you cry, You know she only wants what?s best, Things get busy as they should, although, You could use this time to rest. Happy
If you give me the gun, Well I'll shoot myself in the foot, And I want to be different this time, But I know that I won't, So I need a friend, To get
But you never ask The right questions - You know the answers to, But you?re scared of them. You only fool yourself, But you?re still a charlatan. You
I?ve been around for a while, At least long enough to know, Which you speak and what you need, When you let your head hang low. You can rest here for
I can see her now, Reading on the bedroom floor, Knowing she can't take no more - No more of your games. She will give until it hurts, That's sort of
Long before your day will start, Before your moist computer eyes set in, Violent dreams about Chicago, And daily duties and deadlines set in. I see your
When we caught up with those ahead, When we felt older we felt dead, Cuz everything we thought we had, Was seeming selfish, seared and sad, Dressed in
If you give me the gun, Well I?ll shoot myself in the foot, And I want it to be different this time, But I know that won?t. So I need a friend, To get
you want, Tell them what they need to know, Share a little dirt and jokes, And push a line or two until they?re broke. Make a little list, Keep your small
Talking trash like soldiers, With your friends lined up behind you, I can run for hours, Trying to figure out what I should do, I'll get my piece of
I want you to know that I?ll keep you in mind, But I?ve got go and we don?t have much time. I only need one picture of us, To get stored in the bottom
My friend's on a mission, He;s gonna make 'em pay, But it's all just for nothing, He'll do it anyway, I don't care where you go, You shouldn't be afraid
That little junky girl, Youre playing right into her hand, you know. And sold your furniture, Sold your cables and your mic. Who stopped in Kensington
If she says that shes doing fine without you, And if she feels like shes doing time by being with you, Small sins that are big within hold on to you.
