You better hope you're not alone It will defeat you then teach you to get back up After it takes away all that You learn to love Higher than your heart Hope you're not alone Your shadow walks faster than you

Are you ready (are you ready)? Don't hate the black Don't hate the white If you get bit Just hate the bite Make sure your heart is beatin' right How's your backbone How's your eye? Add some bottom on mighty tight

Are you ready (are you ready)? Don't hate the black Don't hate the white If you get bit Just hate the bite Make sure your heart is beatin' right How's your backbone How's your eye? Add some bottom on mighty tight

To your heart This the day it all began One place that it came together More than a ring or a tattoo Wish your birthmark that reminds of you So let's get on an airplane Go back to where we began To that point which is days apart That stamp right next to

How can we go back to the beginning? I need your love And I'm dying for the rush 'Cause my heart ain't got enough I need your touch This is getting serious Tell me that it's not the end of us Without you, I’ve got no air to breathe in I've been sick and

We ain't ever gettin' older I know it breaks your heart Moved to the city in a broke-down car and And I, I, I can't stop (can't stop) No, I, I, I can't stop (can't stop) So, baby, pull me closer In the backseat of your Rover That I know you can't afford

If we’re gonna go out, baby While the rain from your hair drip-drops That’s where I gotta be with you lookin' like this Let’s get lost somewhere Anywhere we ain’t gotta hold back I wanna feel your heart go tic-toc Let's go out like that Out where I can

And that's how it works It's how you get the girl, girl, oh I would wait for ever and ever Broke your heart, I'll put it back together I want you for worse or for better I would wait for ever and ever (Ever and ever) (Oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)

Yeah, it's always better when we're together Well, it's always better when we're together There is no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard No song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart Our dreams, and they are made out of

What can I do? What can I do? To get back to your heart I'd swim the Mississippi river If you would give me another start, girl I don't want much I just wanna be a better man Give me your good luck I was singing with them Jezebels