I couldn't love you more boy Couldn't love you more Oh right now baby I couldn't love you more If time was running out If everyone in the world Stay exactly how your are Take me by the hand come on Be my darling be the one

Dear Sobriety Please come back to me I left you high and dry I'm doomed for good this time I swore I wouldn't be I need you desperately Oh but I'm making a fool of me My hands are shaking But I can still pour the mistake that I'm making

When the sky is gray And the moon is hate I'll be down to get you. Roots of earth will shake. Sinister purpose Knockin' at your door; Come and take my hand.

Oh clap your hands, clap your hands Turn the lights on my nights this is life and we only get one chance Come on dance, take a chance on romance, we only get one shot at love Clap your hands, clap your hands Shake me out of my misery oh oh oh Well I've

Oh I've got a woman now As she mistakes my name I see the light come around And strange as it seems I'm bursting at the seams Her wallet photos don't turn me on I feel her hand come around And her stone-wash denim jeans are darker than they seemed She

A giant bright eagle has come On me and taken away my universe I find myself in trouble now I put my soul in irresponsible hands Exhausted I no longer try to reveal myself And I no longer want to free my soul But I must not forget all what I did for us

Come, take my hand Let us walk for a while Your burden of pain Replaced with a smile For the peddlers of death Come calling one more time Bearing promises So called friends running loose Draining you whole

Well, well, well So I can die easy The devil's gonna make up my dying bed When it comes to bury me Put a fifth of rum in my hand Might as well come and take my soul 'Cause I can't take it to the promised land Meet me, brother, meet me For I have so much

Don't go to sleep Yeah, take my hand (Let's dance!) Won't you please just take my hand? Why you gotta go to sleep? Let's go out Get blown away, lost in the dark Get real high and never come down C'mon baby, put your hands on my hips

Gonna move up to the country Paint my mailbox blue Paint some trailin' vines and dew Well, come here, baby Sugar, let your papa take you by the hand Put some flowers on it, baby You know I'm leavin' LA, baby Don't you know this smog's got me down? I'm