I ain't gonna be that easy to leave Girl I'm gonna make you miss me I'm gonna make you miss me Make you wish that you were sleeping in my shirt Lie about my jacket and tell everyone it's yours When your phone rings after midnight and you're thinking

I am that man You're trying to find You had in mind And I'll give you all my love 'Till you understand I won't give up 'Cause I know You put your heart up on a shelf I know it's hard to be by yourself

She needs a wild heart I got a wild heart Tonight we'll dance I'll be yours and you'll be mine We won't look back, Take my hand and we will shine I was walking away, But she's so beautiful it made me stay

Your voice is calling my name Again and again My soul is caught up in flames I feel I'm losing control I'm here, I'm yours to atone The web you wove around me was only the beginning And every star I counted, as cold as your embrace I've listened, I've

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

Show yourself Lose yourself You're not as safe as far as I can tell And I can tell Only you can save yourself Soon this will all be a distant memory Or could this dream be real at all? Stars align

Don't let me go On my own I'm finally free Pull this plug, let me breath Give me whats left of my life You spend your days counting the hours you're awake And when night covers the sky you find yourself doing the same It's a burden you've been burying in

I want you to know that it's our time You and me bleed the same light I want you to know that I'm all yours You and me run the same course Honey it's raining tonight But storms always have an eye have an eye Tell me you're covered tonight Or tell me lies

And there ain't, no No one can change it No one can do it better than yourself I'm like, oh I hope you know you're not alone in that hell Oh, oh I hope you know you're not alone in that hell I got the letter back Saying I can come and see you I really

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see