Let this be our prayer Guide us with your grace Give us faith so we'll be safe Just like every child I pray you'll be our eyes and watch us where we go And help us to be wise in times when we don't know When we lose our way Lead us to a place To a place

Whose rock? They call it 'Lover's rock' To make lover's rock You must know a place you can kiss Everybody knows it's a crying shame But nobody knows the poor baby's name When she forgot that thing that she had You must treat your lover girl right If you

I've changed the locks Keys cut, three for the price of one Nothing's free but guaranteed for a lifetime's use And you can't have one You, you know the other two The brakes have worn so thin that you could hear I hear them screeching through the door

When I'll hold you again With my arms spread out With everything I know And the way things could go 'bout the weight of the world So live up my friend Step back again For somethings will be given For some you'll have to bend

Oh, the trouble with love Everybody knows it's the best kind, too It'll get you in deep, yeah, it always does Oh, but the trouble's gonna find you Oh, but I got no trouble with love Oh, and that's the trouble with love The trouble with time is that you

I'm gonna love you Gonna love you Until you hate me What's really crazy You should've known better Then to mess with me, heartache Like a black widow, baby You used to be thirsty for me But now you wanna be set free

La da da da da da It's as simple as something that nobody knows that Her eyes are as big as her bubbly toes On the feet of the queen of the hearts of the cards And her feet are infested with tar balls and You go with the flow You don't stop If you would

My bad, my bad for, trippin' on you (trippin' on you) I've been sippin', that's how I control This feelin', you keep givin' You keep on hittin' it ooh, oh Maybe it's your love, it's too good to be true Baby boy, your love, got me trippin' on you You know

You know you're lost when you feel transparent One foot in the open Ten feet ahead Build your own ladder And don't lie to yourself Secrets left above the grave (It's not for one to keep) You're all so self destructive

Be careful who you tell. Whoa! (Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!) Waiting on a bloodline It's water under the bridge 'Cause you gotta look her in the eye, And you gotta love your way of life. 'Cause you got a guilty filthy soul Don't you know it's out of your control?