More love, I know that's all we need More love, to flow in between us To take us and hold us and lift us above If there's ever an answer It's more love More love, I can hear our hearts cryin' I'm so close to you baby But I'm so far away There's a silence

For the sinner, God is ready God is ready, when you're ready We don’t need no truth, got planted now It grows on trees I don’t let it or 8 side loose There’s no saint and there’s no sinner Done more dirt than these I know that we can do more right that

I guess I wanted you more And lookin' back now I'm sure I wanted you more I don't need you anymore I kept waitin' on a reason In a call that never came No I never, saw it comin' Somethin' in you must have changed All the words unspoken, promises broken

I say ya kill your heroes and fly, fly, baby don't cry. No need to worry 'cause, everybody will die. Every day we just go, go, baby don't go. Don't you worry we love you more than you know. Well I met an old man dying on a train. No more destination, no

Bring back that lovin' feelin' Oh that lovin' feelin' You've lost that lovin' feelin' 'Cause it's gone, gone, gone I need your love You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips You're

Now I'm like "Mum, buy a hundred bags" No more broken promises, I swear Mummy ain't never seen a hundred bags I need you to know that your son's got your back No more broken promises And we all know growing up in London's mad So let 'em all know that my

This broken city sky like butane on my skin And stolen from my eyes Hello Angel tell me where are you Tell me where we go from here And if the world needs something better Let's give them one more reason now You're not in this alone Let me break this

And a lot more action With a little less talk A little less talk If you please A lot more loving Is what I need Let's get on down To the main attraction I was getting kinda tired

There's nothing to lose There's nothing to gain When no one knows your name But the days don't seem to change My notebook will explain And I can't fight the pain Need more friends with wings All the angels I know Put concrete in my veins

She's my little whiskey Girl No Cuervo Gold Margaritas Just ain't enough good burn in Tequila she needs Somethin' with a little more edge and a little more plain My Ragged-on-the-edges girl Ah, but I like 'em rough She ain't into wine and roses Don't my