bad at writing love songs!
I’m bad at writing love songs
They never seem to rhyme
Time and again I’ve played along
Coz I wanted you to be mine.
I could say pretty words, could quote a few phrases
Could flatter your sense of fashion, could stare at each others faces
I could buy you a dozen roses, could buy you satin laces
Coz I want you to be mine.
But there comes a time when words just don’t matter
Words or love? I’d prefer the latter
I would give myself to you on a golden platter
Coz I so want you to be mine.
I’d like for instance to hold your hand
And walk the vast boundaries of land
While the pale moonlight shines down on the sea
To highlight two happy souls; you and me
Two happy faces, four happier eyes
Satisfied smiles, contented sighs
In our hearts of hope, our Happiness lies
I’m bad at writing love songs
They never have a beat
As soon as you appear
I go weak on my feet
I’d do anything for us to meet
I’d do anything for you to be mine
I’m bad at writing love songs
Coz I so love you
Every day and all along
I think of you.
I wake up before the sun
And wish you were mine
I sleep with the moon
And I wake up crying
I thank God for giving me the power
For thinking of you, Every single minute
Every waking hour
I’d love it if your mine.
I’m bad at writing love songs
I live my songs in dreams
The Hand reader foretold your future
But the Future’s not what it seems…
They never seem to rhyme
Time and again I’ve played along
Coz I wanted you to be mine.
I could say pretty words, could quote a few phrases
Could flatter your sense of fashion, could stare at each others faces
I could buy you a dozen roses, could buy you satin laces
Coz I want you to be mine.
But there comes a time when words just don’t matter
Words or love? I’d prefer the latter
I would give myself to you on a golden platter
Coz I so want you to be mine.
I’d like for instance to hold your hand
And walk the vast boundaries of land
While the pale moonlight shines down on the sea
To highlight two happy souls; you and me
Two happy faces, four happier eyes
Satisfied smiles, contented sighs
In our hearts of hope, our Happiness lies
I’m bad at writing love songs
They never have a beat
As soon as you appear
I go weak on my feet
I’d do anything for us to meet
I’d do anything for you to be mine
I’m bad at writing love songs
Coz I so love you
Every day and all along
I think of you.
I wake up before the sun
And wish you were mine
I sleep with the moon
And I wake up crying
I thank God for giving me the power
For thinking of you, Every single minute
Every waking hour
I’d love it if your mine.
I’m bad at writing love songs
I live my songs in dreams
The Hand reader foretold your future
But the Future’s not what it seems…