Our Song
I'm lying in my bed all aloneI called you once again, no one is homeIt's raining outside, on a Saturday nightTurning out the light, again I tried
My friends say I'm too good, too good for youAnd maybe that is true, well I don't careWhat do they all know? they've got it all wrongThis is so unfair, they're playing our song
Nobody gets too much heaven no moreIt's much harder to come byI'm waiting in lineNobody gets too much love anymoreIt's as high as a mountainAnd harder to climb
Something's going on, what is wrong?I want you to be here, why won't you come?And spend some time with me, can't you see?Have we come undone?Is this the end of our song?
Nobody gets too much heaven no moreIt's much harder to come byI'm waiting in lineNobody gets too much love anymoreIt's as high as a mountainAnd harder to climb
Nobody gets too much heaven no moreIt's much harder to come byI'm waiting in lineNobody gets too much love anymoreIt's as high as a mountainAnd harder to climb
How do I deal?With how I feel?How to reveal?Oooh... what is real love?As another day fades awaySo I say
Nobody gets too much heaven no moreIt's much harder to come byI'm waiting in lineNobody gets too much love anymoreIt's as high as a mountainAnd harder to climb
Nobody gets too much heaven no moreIt's much harder to come byI'm waiting in lineNobody gets too much love anymoreIt's as high as a mountainAnd harder to climb