It's all over for When you're on the edge and falling off And now you're dead inside Still you wonder why Because of you my mind is always racing And now your trip begins, but You, for you It's all over for you

I've been a liar, been a thief Been a lover, been a cheat All my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me If all it's gonna cause is pain So let the river run Well, little one, I don't want to admit to something The truth and my lies now are falling

Houston, we got a problem It's got the biggest sky you've ever seen, the coldest beer you'd ever drink But I still feel like I landed on the moon 'Cause it ain't got you I got new boots covered in red dirt A "Don't Mess With Texas" t-shirt And a Lonestar

It's your turn, Frankie, didn't I tell you, Frankie's first affair. It's a crying shame. They really did care cause it's your first affair. The party's over,

Everyone hurts the same Shame on me, shame on me Its not like its worth it Hey, I'm not tryin to be perfect Hey, I'm not tryin to be special 'Cause I ain't no angel Bridges that I burned And lovers that I hurt

We get down down down Let's get loud loud loud till there's love and nothing else We feel sorry for ourselves We all need somebody's help And I get so overwhelmed till it's hard to tell What I'm thinking 'Cause the more that you give the more that comes

Hmm, c'est si bon Lovers say that in France When they thrill to romance It means that it's so good Oh, c'est si bon So I say it to you Like the French people do Because it's oh-so good, ba-ba-doo, doo day Every word, every sigh

I won't let you down, down Baby, it's perfect timing now to Scream it out, out So scream it out, out I've always had a thing for silence But lately I just need a voice I recognise I think I'll let fate just take me home 'Cause over pain, love is outgrown

'Cause it's impossible Oh, baby it's impossible For me to love you, this way It's impossible Oh baby it's impossible If you're making it this way (if you keep treating me this way Over, and over) It's impossible,

When it's rainin' on Sunday And pray that it's rainin' on Sunday, Stormin' like crazy, We'll hide under the covers all afternoon And baby whatever comes on Monday can take care of itself Cause we've got better things that we can do It ticks just like a