Titre : It´s Not A Side Effect Of The Cocaine. I Am Thinking It Must Be Love
Why can you read me like no one else? I hide behind these words But I´m coming out I wish I kept them behind my tongue I hide behind these words
But I´m coming out
Put your hand between An aching head and an aching world We´ll make them so jealous We´ll make them hate us An aching head and an aching world We´ll make them so jealous We´ll make them so jealous
All the ways you make my stomach turn And all the long drives With my friends blur And I wish I kept them inside my mind I hide behind these words
And think of all the places Where you´ve been lost
And then found...out In between my sheets In between the rights and the wrongs
Put your hand between An aching head and an aching world We´ll make them so jealous We´ll make them hate us Aching head and an aching world Think of all the places Where you´ve been lost and found...out