I'd be sad that I never held your hand as you were lowered Well I, own this field And I wrote this sky And I have no reason, to reason with you But I'd understand that I'd never let it go But I'd understand that the world does what it does And you never

We'll leave it on the line One in the same Never to change Our love was beautiful We got it all Destined to fall Our love was tragical Wanted to call No need to fight

You ain't nothin' but a hound dog Cryin' all the time Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit Well, that was just a lie And you ain't no friend of mine Well they said you was high-classed Yeah they said you was high-classed Ya know they said you was

Well, I don't know Well this could be the last time This could be the last time Maybe the last time I don't know, oh no, oh no Well I told you once and I told you twice But ya never listen to my advice You don't try very hard to please me With what you

There's a boy, lost his way, looking for someone to play We don't know where to go, so I'll just get lost with you We'll never fall apart, 'cause we fit together right, we fit together right These dark clouds over me, rain down and roll away We'll never

Airplanes cut through the clouds Like angels can fly, we'll never die Sirens cut through the night Like screams that are fire, rising up high Like I've something to prove, nothing to lose In this city, in this city oh Most of my life

Whatever you got to raise up We'll be flying up in the clouds Like we're never gonna come back down Like we're running out of runway lights You can't get it high enough Your hands or your phone or your cup Set it off like the 4th Of July Gonna take it up

This must be love This must be love, I'm feeling This must be love, oh It must be love, I'm feeling Oh this must be love, I'm feeling Well I wait in every day, just in case You decide to call And I can hardly wait 'Cause I never thought time could pass

'Til we die We won't be forgotten we'll never give in This war we've achieved has allowed us to win (We'll never be broken, we won't be denied) (Our war is the present we need to deny) Our friends are all hurting from moments and regrets and charity

And right out the other, It goes In One Ear, People talkin' shit but you know we'll never bother, They say that we ain't got the style, We ain't got the class, We ain't got the tunes that's goin to put us on the map And I'm a phony in disguise, Trying to