They were searching In and out of city bars We were lucky Nobody had found us.
In the back room You look like a holy man And I believe in Every word you're saying
Without him she is empty. But with him she's unsure.
Don't be afraid Of what you're feeling for me. Because this mess we've made Is only love.
Compositor: Rebecca Ann Martin (Rebecca Martin) (BMI)Editores: Grow Your Own Music (BMI), Rebby Tunes (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #13769944 em 19/Abr/2024