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
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
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
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
We?ve been waiting for a while, Holding our breath, Wearing longing little smiles, Cuz the good life is near. Take that precious little smile, And wait
down, And found something to pick up, Made up another name, And got my act cleaned up, You wouldn?t want me near as much. And gave up everything this is, Small
You haven?t been well, Sick for so long, Wearing your favourite face, That says nothing?s wrong, And I miss you so much, I wish you?d come back, And
