Love
Love is the most expensive purchase that you buy for free
FeeWee, Helms
Take us there
Mellow Mood has got me to see
The truth
Of what's become of you and me
Mellow Mood has got me to see
The light
And the truth of what's become of us
We can't lie
Hearts racing a marathon
Soul is walking on fire
Can't blame the alcohol
She'll call me a liar
Can't let her see
Her, I
Reflection escapes me
This will make her cry
Last night
This sin is a crime
Life gone for one night
My rib that's prime
My souls in prison
I lost my vision
What will she think of me?
What will she think?
I don't want to feel this way again
I don't want to be reminded of the pain again
You know that I love you
You know that I need you
I need you bad
So come back home
You know that I love you
I need so
I need you bad
So come back home