The sheets are cold I'm fingering on
We cary on, along inside an empty den
My head and thoughts are filled with cloud
Don't talk so loud, whisper now
I get so tired of the anger
and the tears there are no stopping them
You better love me
I better love her
We better love him
You better love them
You're on you're way now are'nt babe
No need to say, I make it there someday I know
Will you love me if I die
Would you say hi the day I die
I get so tired of the anger
and the tears there are no stopping them
You better love me
I better love her
We better love him
You better love them