Woorden: River City Rebels. Keepsake Of Luck. Few More Than You.

The hangover kicked in as the night rolled into day
This goddamn closet just ain't big enough
for those kinds of thoughts
All I can do is cry and pray for the slumbers to come
To numb all those words we barked and let fly

This business of breaking hearts won't make us rich

Can we say we're sorry?
Promise this won't happen again
Everybody's got those issues, babe
I got a few more than you

Right hand raised, left over the book
I'm sure we didn't mean a word that was said
And maybe I held you a bit too high
And I didn't know you as well as I should
There's no feeling of hurt your heart couldn't fill

Don't let me loose, don't let me go
I'm not ready to go