and everyday is just the last time that I see you
and darling, I need a place to stay
does your pocket have any space?
send me into bed and under the sheets
and I heard somewhere that our lips want to meet
and I'll make you a coat out of rain
I made it with the hell in my veins
the words that I should have said
go in the back of my head
you can leave if you want
just leave your little hands with me