day, howie
all that you wanted to say
i'll never come here again
all that i wanted to say
all gone
springtime is always in hand
almost as if you were there
making a hole under me again
hold on
cause i couldn't make up
a thing that you say
love
there's trouble in here
thing that i fear
take all the love outta me
so i'd never see it again
lost
where are we
on our plane
ah
yes
a thing that i share
yeah