Come a little closer baby So come a little closer baby I feel like layin' you down I feel like lettin' go I feel like strippin' it down I feel like layi'n you down On a bed of sweet surrender Where we can work it all out There ain't nothin' that love

When I'm not with you Nothing ever feels good When I'm not with you, I'm not me I'm not in control of what I do, it's not me When I'm not with you, it's not me I come back to the places where we found us I'm not in control of what I do We're somewhere in

As long as you're in it Wherever we go, whatever we do As good as it gets, gets better with you As long as you're in it, girl So baby let's ride There ain't nothing missing in this life I'm living It's just an old '88 four door, banged out floorboard A

Which came first, the music or the misery? We're high-fashion, we're last chances And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your friend Because they've got me in a band where I've never seen a heart I couldn't break It was never about the songs, it

Stars go blue Where do you go when you're lonely? Where do you go when you're blue? I'll follow you When the stars go blue Dancin' when the stars go blue Dancin' when the evening fell Dancin' in your wooden shoes In a wedding gown

Flying high in the friendly sky Flying high without ever leavin' the ground, no Rest of the folks are tired and weary Oh Lord, and have laid their bodies down. I go the place where danger awaits me And it's bound to forsake me. So stupid minded. I can't

We're going head to head Can you handle it? I'm taking you down I'm the last man standing I'm bleeding till the last man's standing So get in where you fit in time to put in on the line Taking you down We live, we die

I told him, fuck away from these niggas, fuck away from these hoes All we do is flex On that steroids bitch watch that money stretch Probably turned around and he asked me where I'm goin' Fuck away from these niggas, fuck away from these hoes Never knew

'Cause you keep me coming back for more And I feel a little better than I did before And if I never see your face again, I don't mind 'Cause we got much further than I thought we'd get tonight Now you've gone somewhere else far away I don't know if I

No more walks in the wood The trees have all been cut down And where once they stood Not even a wagon rut appears along the path Low brush is taking over This is the aftermath Of afternoons in the clover fields Where we once made love Then wandered home