Wait a minute You rip me up with every last goodbye I don't wanna say forever It's just another now or never So heart don't let me trust these butterflies I don't trust these butterflies 'Cause they fool me every time I'm over being under your spell It

Wherever she goes, I go, we roll, we go Flying over cities down to Rio, it's real Love that I feel, well nothing lasts forever But I'm down for the minute so just chill

Wherever she goes, I go, we roll, we go Flying over cities down to Rio, it's real Love that I feel, well nothing lasts forever But I'm down for the minute so just chill

It'll never be the same No, it'll never be the same Cause it's over And there's no one to blame We get closer and closer again But we're falling apart I'm losing, you're losing a friend It's always over before we start You're asking for love

Can we start over? Before it's over, over Come alive, come alive, come alive again Too many sleepless nights, I own that I said it time and time, I know that I want to try again Can we start over? (Come alive, come alive, come alive again) Clenched

Wherever she goes, I go, we roll, we go Flying over cities down to Rio, it's real Love that I feel, well nothing lasts forever But I'm down for the minute so just chill

I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain Coming down on a sunny day Someone told me long ago There's a calm before the storm I know, and its been coming for sometime When its over so they say It'll bring a sunny day I know, shining down like water

We can't do it over They say it's now or never and all we're ever gettin' is older Before we get to heaven, baby let's give 'em hell We might as well 'Cause we don't know when we're done So let's love hard, live fast, die fun Do we really have to grow

How to love (how to love) Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out Now you in this corner try'na put it together Mm see you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever Mm for a second you were here, now you over there It's hard not to stare,

That's right, he won't let her out his sight The confidence is the balaclava And it's wrong, wrong, wrong And the daggers are drawn Running off over next doors garden Before the hour is done It's more a question of feeling Than it is a question of fun