You're just a mood hoover Sucking the life out of my soul again And I think I'm a professional scuba Tryna survive underwater and all I'm sayin' You're not good for the world, but you're good for me Nah, I'm just playin' We're fucking awesome, but no one can see
And I might bring flowers in the rain for you Act like the world is my stage for you Thank God and get down and pray for you
For better or worse, people call it love For better or worse, people call it love For better or worse, people call it love For bettеr or worse, people call it lovе
And I might bring flowers in the rain for you Act like this world is my stage for you Find God and get down and pray for you
You're not an easy peeler You're a stubborn stone at the bottom of my shoe But I'm not that soft either It takes a heavy truck to move you, but all I want Is at the end of the world to be sat next to you And all I know Is we're fucking awesome and they'll see it soon
And I might bring flowers in the rain for you Fill up a bath of champagne for you Draw our initials in cocaine for you
For better or worse, people call it love For better or worse, people call it love For better or worse, people call it love For better or worse, people call it love For better or worse, people call it love
For better or worse, people call it love For better or worse, people call it love For better or worse, people call it love For better or worse, people call it love For better or worse, people call it love
I don't see how we're gonna come back together
Compositores: Samuel Robert Knowles, Sam William Breathwick (Sam Breathwick), Constance Rose Power (Connie Constance) ECAD: Obra #35438980